[ It probably won't ever happen. She doesn't even know how to get herself back home, much less anyone else. And Wash doesn't want her to disappear on him, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's ready to drop everything and follow her. He's got his own life. His own friends.

Still. Even dreaming about it is better than just...resigning herself to here. To never getting back.

She hums, tilting her head back as she thinks about it. About Thedas. About Kirkwall. ]

It's...

It's not like...back home.

[ If the Mother of Invention, if anything that came before it, had ever really been home. ]

It's...older. More medieval, I guess. [ She grimaces, knowing how unappealing that probably sounds. ] But it's not like you think. Kirkwall...well, the Hightown part is nice, anyway. And Val Royeaux is beautiful.

[ She can't make herself call Kirkwall's Lowtown beautiful. She can't. ]

They have different animals there. Not as weird as here, but...

There are dragons.