[The last thing Keeva remembers is being on her way to Denerim. She'd been called to the castle by Alistair for a banquet or some such, celebrating the Circle's official separation from the Chantry. But this definitely not her room in Lothering's inn and this was most certainly not her tent in the party camp.

She takes her time, calmly explores the room and finally stops when she finds the comm. She has absolutely no idea how to use it and it takes a moment for her to even turn it on. It comes on with a burst of static and some obnoxious feedback. She winces and then brings the microphone too close to her mouth.]

Hello? [Was she even doing this right?]

[Um.]

My name is Keeva and I'm a Grey Warden. Could you...would anyone mind helping me? I need to get to Denerim.

Hello? Anyone?

Maker's breath

[The comm cuts out with another burst of static. Someone needs to show her how to work this thing.]

[The camera shows Carter. He looks worried. He looks concerned.]

You guys. It's dangerous on this boat. I've healed some victims of the fucking--fucking bomber and I found someone else passed out facedown. So be careful. I can heal you, but what if I don't get there in time?

[Survivor's guilt is a helluva thing.]

Look, you all have to watch yourselves way better.

I hope everyone's recovered from the bombing?

[Long pause, shuffling in the background.]

We've apprehended the culprit, but please be cautious. There may be more bombs planted throughout the ship.

Praise Rowe.