She came unannounced, but she knew where she would find him. She almost didn't do this, but she found herself walking through the halls before she could stop herself. Her signature black dress dragged behind her on the floor, and she walked with purposeful steps. Her gaze was trained ahead, yellow eyes gleaming as always. Her mind was swimming with a million thoughts, and she couldn't grasp at a single one. She knew she needed to see him, but she couldn't even know for what reason. Andraste looked at him lately, and he inspired fear. It was something she had never felt when she looked at him before, and even a trace of it now made her uneasy. He had taken on a new name, and he had become someone else entirely. Did she know him anymore? Andraste knew her own transformation, and she knew her two personalities still clashed inwardly. Was this Alais reaching out to her Kal? Andraste tried to quell those thoughts, breathing in deeply as she arrived at his chambers. This entire time he had been out expanding their empire. He was working day and night to bring glory to the Exiles, and all in her name. He had been faithful to her through it all, and she had a hard time imagining him as who he was now. He was different, and the process had hardened him. Andraste wasn't prepared with any orders or any new ideas to discuss. She had simply whimsically arrived, and she had no concept of where it would go. With a deep sigh, she raised her hand and sharply knocked on his door. Andraste wasn't one to feel nervous often, but this was one of those rare moments.