She nods, smiling softly. Cassandra had never personally seen the appeal of either Leliana's nugs nor her ravens, but the Nightingale's devotion to her pets had always been...touching. Not that she would ever admit any of that to Leliana.

"That is good," she says quietly, before reminding herself, again, of why she had called him here. She sits up straighter, her expression growing severe as she looks into his eyes.

"We must discuss what happened in the Fade."