Author's Note: This is a very short piece, but it supports one of my favorite pairings in the game so I decided to post it. They might not be confirmed canon, but ever since we found out the father of Wynne's son was a templar I have been shipping these two together.

A Final Goodbye

"It's been a long time since I've been up here."

"Me, too."

The Knight-Commander cast a sideways glance at her, taking in her appearance as she gazed out at the night sky and the dark water of the lake below them. She was much older now, but the years had been kind to her. More than they'd been to him, at any rate. The years of daily lyrium-taking were starting to have an effect on his mind, and he knew if he didn't step down from his post soon he'd end up an addled old fool who couldn't remember his own name.

Even his memories of the times they had spent together were beginning to fade. All of those stolen moments and forbidden nights when they had lain in one another's arms and whispered sweet words to each other were becoming harder to recall. He was desperate to hold on to them. They were the few pleasant memories he had of his time spent at Kinloch Hold.

"I'll need to be leaving, soon, if I'm to try to talk some sense into the Grand Enchanter before it's too late."

"I know," came his quiet reply, and before he could let his better judgment take hold he reached out for her and pulled her to him the way he had so many times before.

He expected her to be reluctant, considering the horrible way things had ended between them, but she was anything but. It was almost as if she had been waiting for him to make the first move, her lips eagerly grasping at his from the moment they first touched. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, his heart hammering so hard in his chest that he swore it was practically reverberating against the armor he wore. He felt like he was twenty years old again, but he knew it couldn't last.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and gazed into her eyes, a sudden feeling of sadness coming over him.

"Greagoir?" she softly called his name and reached up to gently brush her fingers back through his hair. "What's wrong?"

"I just had this sense that I might never see you again after tonight."

She sighed. "That may very well be true, if the Grand Enchanter refuses to back down from this desire of hers to break from the Chantry."

"Be careful, Wynne," Greagoir requested, kissing her briefly one last time. "And if you see our boy, tell him... something."

Wynne chuckled, knowing he was never very good with words. "I will."

And with that, she left him alone with only his fading memories.