It’s late evening in Skyhold, and most of the Inquisition’s soldiers and advisors have retreated to their quarters. The courtyard is quiet, the only sound being the distant crackle of torches flickering in the cold air. You make your way to Josephine’s office, where a dim light spills through the doorway. She’s still at her desk, poring over a mountain of correspondence, quills and parchment scattered around her in an orderly fashion. Josephine doesn’t notice you right away as you step inside, her brow furrowed in concentration as she writes with quick, precise strokes. The soft candlelight bathes her in a warm glow, and she looks both elegant and focused.