"Rivain?" she asks, voice sounding faraway at the thought of that distant place she only knows from stories. Fate once said there were Dalish elves there working on a permanent settlement: something she's always wanted for her own clan and all clans, really. A place to settle down and be safe. She hopes it's been coming along nicely for them, but she won't be so naive as to think they haven't faced obstacles too.

"Will you tell me what it's like when you're there?" It almost seems like this topic has overtaken anything else Araceli just said, but then Ellana's eyes dart down to her friend's chest and then quickly away. "I'm sure she'll never forget it." There's an edge of amusement to her voice. Araceli's been blessed by some deity with a chest that just keeps going. The moon, perhaps? Didn't she say that her people revere the moon?