<i>Him.</i>Why did it have to be him?  Why was he still here, surely they had tortured him as much or more than they had tortured her for what they had done together...For that simple kiss, for a short, soft caress.  Lana had always hoped he had been exiled from the Order.  She had fantasies in her head at times that she might run into him on a city street and they would find each other again.  Somehow, this felt like a nightmare.  She yearned to wake up but the sensations of his hand on her arm made it clear she was not drifting through dreams in the fade.  They were both here, their tender crimes had apparently come full circle.<br/><br/>Lana pulled back at him when he called her a "known blood mage."  A scowl filled her features and she nearly stopped them from continuing forward.<br/><br/>"I am not a blood mage.  I would never touch such kinds of magic!" Lana protested.   She had the foresight to keep her voice low but firm, she did not want Halwell to hear her.  Whoever Ellion was now, he was not the man she had loved nearly half a decade ago.  She did not think that young man would have pulled her in and accused her of such crimes so quickly.  Though, she supposed, she was not the girl he had once felt affection for either.  Time and trauma must have changed both of them.  Lana was about to surrender to that fact when he asked her why she had come back.  It was the faintest glimmer of the past but one she wanted to hold onto, in spite of herself.<br/><br/>"I would not have come back unless the very world was at stake, Ellion.  Why would I give up my freedom, the freedom Isabella gave her life to give me, for anything less than that?"  She answered, and allowed herself to be tugged toward the stairs.  They would keep her hidden, she already knew that.  If they allowed an apostate to so much as show her face around the tower, the other mages might get some ideas.  Rebellious ideas.  Some were able to be captured time and again, but that had been in the past with mages like Anders.  He had ensured no other would have the benefit of that leniency when he blew up the Chantry in Kirkwall.<br/><br/>Lana continued to shuffle along as he guided her to the Knight-Commander.  She had not seen Ellion since the night they were ripped from each other's arms.  They'd been in the chapel on the lower level, sharing their prayers to the Maker and things had just...progressed.  It was all so innocent...until it wasn't and they were found out.<br/><br/>"They were going to kill me, you know.  That's why Isabella intervened.  The Knight-Commander had decided it was corrupted by a lust demon and that I would lose my head for it.  I believe he even said he might make you drop the killing blow, so you could see just how deeply lost I was..."  She said, her tone low.  "Did they tell you that?  Or did they just say I seduced you and escaped?"