When Duncan came to her side, she nearly turned to take his head off as well, too focused on the undead around her. But she withdrew her blade when she saw the glitter of his armor, immediately stepping to the side so they could continue fighting without fear of hurting one another. He took care of the trouble she had at her back, to which she was grateful; it allowed her to tear into the enemies at her front and sides, felling them with her sword.

As the group finally began to thin enough for her to turn her attention to her mentor, she had to pause, suddenly afraid that perhaps he had been turned. She lowered her blade to look at him, eyes meeting his. When he spoke, Elissa visibly relaxed. "Thank the Maker for that," she murmured softly. "I didn't even realize you were out here." Leliana was, she knew, and she was keeping an eye on her. "Are you all right?"