Not the Last of My Kind

Athelle Lavellan had been an impressive woman, a great Inquisitor, and she had lost pieces of herself in Solas' disappearance and his betrayal. None of them had included her daughter, until she winds up her replacement in a spell gone wrong in a mad bid to undo their mistakes."I take it you already put things together, then? Mother always said you were quick if not a little stupid sometimes."She grinned, sharp canines and a gleam to her eyes when he seemed to flinch. Athelle had been nothing if not honest, he supposed.