'We Andrastians,' Simon tells her, as though that's a label that still applies to her. A month ago, and she'd have thought nothing of it. Now--now the only comfort it brings her is the knowledge that Andraste will probably be sad about the Maker leaving Sina to wander the Void forever.

What good is it to be the Bride of the Maker if the Maker still doesn't love the people you died for?

That realization hurts--but it isn't Simon's fault, she she knows, isn't his fault that she's come to look at the Chantry with new, jaded eyes. He's offered her these words to console her; the words might not work, but his steady presence is more than she's had since she left the security of her parents' farm behind in Ansburg.

Weakly, she rests her forehead against his chest and says nothing, only sniffles occasionally. Then she leans back, wiping her eyes on her sleeves, and tries for a weak smile. "She was," she manages to say, though her voice is still tight from crying, "she was so kind, and so beautiful, and I've never..."

There, she trails off, and cuts her eyes up to Simon's face with an almost hunted look on her face. She's never spoken to a man about her feelings for Sina before... well, not a human one, at any rate.