"There are some places in northern Orlais where it falls warm." Far from the mountains and Val Royeaux proper; it depends upon the season but-

That is thinking far ahead and assuming much. It is nothing she can offer; the small cottage has not been hers for thirty years. Whether or not she'd ever be invited again remains to be seen; even if she's missed it dearly. Less confining, less stiff, no real worries about The Game. The one place her family behaved like a family.

Purrelden has suddenly become terribly compelling. Adelaide keeps her eyes on the kitten, her own exhaustion limiting her filter to the bare minimum- but the offer warms her enough to look up with a hopeful smile. "Truly?"