Harding isn't quite sure what to make of Dagna, but she's not one to back down from a mystery--or a challenge.

In which people with floofy pauldrons like Cullen should probably not stand so close to the woman waving around a lit candle on the end of a board.

Dagna makes Harding a present. Dagna has no concept of reasonable scope.

"Flatterer." But there was a curl of enjoyment in Josie's voice, so Leliana persisted.

On the longest night of the year, Cassandra goes to the chapel to pray.

Sera's not all that surprised that the Inquisitor will bed her--but she is a bit surprised (and pleased) that she'll admit to it.

Josephine smiles, and Cassandra smiles back with a reflexive happiness that sends warmth spiraling up from Josephine's belly to her heart. The thing it has taken her a long time to learn about Cassandra is that quite often her impatience and sarcasm are a thin layer, fragile as the skin of ice over a lake--and the emotions they conceal are as drowningly deep as that lake.

Leliana figures it out first, quite possibly even before Josephine does—and definitely before Cassandra does, but then, Cassandra can be very selectively dense. Certainly she figures it out well before either of them says anything to the other.

She is good at such things, and those smiles, crystal-brilliant as sun on snow, are reward enough.

"The most notable holidays in the Resistance, ironically, aren't from a planet at all--or they were, but it's a planet that was turned to dust and nothing before Rey was even born."