There is no need to contradict her, though it seems that Andraste turned her face from him long ago. This is about Adrasteia, what might give her some small comfort in the face of what they're attempting.

And so here, instead of gratitude, Ellis lifts a hand to cup her cheek. He bends, sets a brief, soft kiss to the crown of her forehead.

"I will see you soon," Ellis promises, as he draws away. Not a good-bye. The same easy thing that might be said if he were riding out to see to a rift, or run an errand in Kirkwall. Soon.

Soon as if he is not going so far.

He takes the reins. It's time to make his way to the ferry, and that promise will have to hold space for him until he makes good on it.