Keeper magic; Sina had wanted to teach her, hadn't she? She'd called it Fern's birthright, something she'd have learned under the tutelage of another Keeper, had she been born among the Dalish. The thought of a life that could have been makes her heart clench tightly, without warning. What would it have been like to grow up in a clan like Sina's--or as a part of Sina's clan? If they'd been young children together, or come to know each other just a year or two sooner, maybe--maybe--

"You'll do... wonderful things."

"I wish--" Her voice catches on a swell of emotion; she hiccups and blinks away her tears, keeping hold of Sina's hand. "--I wish I could share those things with you. Sina, you're--you're so lovely, I've never met anyone else even half as good as you before, so gentle and clever and kind and--it's not bloody fair--! I wish.."

It's too hard to speak, all of a sudden. This isn't a grief that anything else in her life could have prepared her for; her heart hasn't had the time to develop the kinds of scars that toughen a person up enough to endure loss. Numbness has begun to settle in, giving Fern's eyes a distant, glassy quality. "...I wish we had more time," she settles on, the words whispered almost too quietly to hear.