The torrent of emotions that ravaged her from within for months after his decision had broke Frances into pieces she never thought would ever be fixed. The amount of pain this Qunari had brought her, not only by his decision to outright leave her, but during their turbulent relationship, was something that Frances needed to work on. Sometimes, she felt as if all he ever did was make her unhappy. Or, at the very least, he made her more unhappy than he made her happy altogether throughout the relationship.

However... That did not change the fact that there had always been something there between them. Their messiness aside, there truly was love. Something so complex and dangerous at the same level. There truly was a connection that felt as if it went beyond logic, really. And even though he failed to make her happy at times even when things seemed fine, he simply made her feel complete and content from within. Frances had always been a storm, just like the coast that they have met first time. Volatile, hot with rage, love and empathy, completely restless and always mourning the losses, but... Things changed. She changed.

He was perhaps her biggest lesson. She had always felt that she was the one who cared, and yet now she was the one who no longer counted the days past. Was it because everything that was bubbling up within her came out in the torrent of utter emotional despair when she felt abandoned by the one man she adored in her most delicate state? Perhaps. He was a lid that never opened. And she was a volcano that never lied dormant for too long.

Yet she was the most content now than she ever was before. It took years. She was like a hot blade that needed to be beaten into a perfection. Perhaps she was a late bloomer. And it seemed the results began to show when Tavros no longer saw Frances as a little sister.

She was also a mother now... To an unusual child. Frances was no longer the emotional, broken child that she used to be. Who would fight when things went the wrong way. Somehow, a reasonable and firm person bloomed out of Frances. She seemed like she was complete by herself, especially now with the little girl now that she had to protect and raise. And to Frances - her daughter was her whole entire world. At early stages of pregnancy she felt so much anguish and anger, when she first held her daughter in her arms, Frances was inconsolable as she held the baby in her arms, cradling her and apologizing to her. Seeing those little arms, innocent eyes and small pouty lips, Frances' entire world had changed. And deep down, she loved the daughter for another massive reason - despite everything, she was created in the acts of love.

Part of Frances waited for him after she had sent him a letter rather begrudgingly. The only reason she had done it was for the little one to meet her father, but Frances was not all too keen on doing that. But as the years flew by, Frances became more understanding and patient, as she had other things to focus on. The Serpents have been a priority and the girl had been a part of it with her mother. For such a small child, she was very hard-headed and intelligent, also emotional and cautious towards all living things. She was precious, but very clearly had the qualities of both of her parents. It was one of the things that made Frances miss him for the first time in years when she began to see a little bit of him in her... Even though when she was born, Frances hoped she wouldn't pick much from her father. Her feelings changed drastically. She taught the girl not to hate her father. Not to judge him too harshly, even though he was at fault. To give him a chance one day.

And poetically enough... That day would arrive when she would revisit Storm Coast, the place that was so close to her heart. As cold and uncomfortable this place was, it was the meaning of this place that warmed Frances' entire being. Though her heart felt heavy with sorrow nonetheless. An old part of her stirred within her, ready to wail and cry at the past, but Frances from now was calm and collected, holding her daughter's hand.

And once they reached the coast, Frances stood in front of her, hands cradling the small face that was hidden partially in the shadows from the hood. The girl looked up at her, with clear uncertainty, almost teary eyed. And Frances smiled softly at her, knowing exactly how she felt. "He is a good man. And I know he loved you the moment he knew about you, Kadan." saying those words was hard for Frances to say with a content look on her face as her eyes welled up with tears, knowing that without a shadow of a doubt. She couldn't say how did he feel about her, but she knew that he would've adored his daughter with his entire being that he'd be ready to give his life for her. Frances no longer deemed herself important in this matter. Even though her heart ached heavily with the thought.

She noticed the way the girl looked to the side, leaning a little bit and gasped softly. Frances simply took a deep breath. She knew what it was. She could practically feel him behind her, taking long, heavy steps. He was standing there, looking at the cloaked figure, while she was frozen there for a long moment. She was recollecting herself until she finally had gathered up all the strength her entire being possessed and looked over her shoulder, her being cloaked in dark fabric like before, she saw the large, looming figure staring at them. It was so hard to look at him like this. Her heart soared in her chest. It was thumping so hard and fast she practically did not feel her legs. Frances from before would've reacted harshly. Maybe leap from joy, run into him, start kicking him, yelling and crying...

But this Frances only offered him a small smile, the littlest she could provide, even though deep down she wanted to react differently. And she saw the torment within him that she hadn't witnessed before on him. He fell onto his knees in this silence, with nothing but the raging waves cutting through the silence. She said nothing. There was no need to say anything. She simply guided the much smaller figure, though definitely taller than a typical human three year old. The smaller figure was very obviously very hesitant and uncomfortable, but still did as her mother guided her. She stood there, stiff and looking at the large man with an expression that gave out just how emotional the child was, but she did not react. She simply stared with the intense green eyes that matched her mother's.

Little could be revealed from the hood over her head, but it was obvious that the body for the girl gave out that she had Qunari blood. Greyish skin, more defined stature even for such a young child and small horns that were forming at the top part of her forehead. But the rest? She had red hair that was styled in small braids like Frances used to wear, vibrant green eyes, freckles decorating the skin and very animated expression that betrayed the emotion she had felt. She was much like her mother on that front.

And the mother? She looked more mature and a little more hardened. A cut across her left cheek and eyebrow, calmer expression and a little more defined features. She did not have that same untamed fire within her. But there was a lot of warmth that still came from Frances as she silently stared at him.

"That's... him?" the girl asked very hesitantly, looking up at Frances and not wanting to budge.

"Yes... That's him, Kadan. That's your father." Frances softly said, her hold on her daughter's shoulders firm and protective.

The girl looked at the kneeling Qunari, little afraid, but very clearly puzzled. "Why is he sad?" with that confused look, she looked up and Frances. "You too..."

To that, Frances simply smiled and looked down at her, feeling as if the more she looks at him, the more she'll begin to break. Her daughter brought her strength to keep it together, even though she could feel what he had felt in that moment. And she only smiled at the girl. She gave no answers. Just a soft caress over the small head of the beloved child.