[ Honestly, Cassandra could use a drink too. She takes Hawke up on her offer, sipping at a slightly more moderated pace as she tries to wrap her head around it all. It's difficult to take in; slightly less so (if more unsettling) when she remembers what Dorian and the Inquisitor had told her of Redcliffe, and the dark future they had averted there. If multiple versions of the world are possible, existing one alongside the others, does that mean...?

Hawke's exaggerated confidence at least serves as a distraction, and earns her a good-natured eyeroll and a shake of Cassandra's head. But when she speaks of her own death, Cassandra stills.

She sets her ale down slowly, silent for a long moment before she speaks. ]

It was...the Fade.

[ She risks a glance at Hawke, and then away. ]

We were outmatched. You volunteered to stay behind. To sacrifice yourself. The Inquisitor did not want to hear it, not at first, but...

You saved us all.