It was... complicated to be once again in Skyhold. I associated so much of it with you.

( Herian shakes her head at herself a little, and Franklin insistently pushes her hand with his nose, so she absently begins petting his ears.

A quiet breath of laughter, and she shakes her head at herself, at both of them, at the weirdness of— of all of this, before reaching into her pocket. )

This is yours.

( She holds out a ring to Cosima - a familiar vibrant stone, the one that had been enchanted for providing better light, and set in silver. )

There are nuances to its magic that I did not anticipate, but I would be glad to teach you.