Eyebrows high in his hairline, processing that explanation for the papers in front of him still requires actually reading them before it seems anything but nonsensical. It remains, upon consideration, somewhat surreal; his gaze lifts from document to Adelaide to - attache, where it settles, contemplative. He has no intention of doing other than signing, but it is -

It is a great deal to be offered. And it isn't that he hadn't taken her seriously, that he hadn't imagined she would try to keep her word, it's only a surprise that anyone else had, that her efforts had borne fruit, that here is this gentleman he recalls quite vividly from the last familial outreach in Skyhold and here is a piece of paper before him that will secure him safely to something more permanent than an organisation that is built in the hopes of one day rendering itself unnecessary.

A life beyond what he carves out with a sword. A home to go to, when this is all over. A name.

He tilts the pen in his fingers.

"How many sisters is this?"