Safe and unharmed. Araceli Bonaventura was, she suspected, a little naive in some matters. Not necessarily foolish, but harm could take so many forms. Herian tilts her head a little, a nod of sorts. Adelaide had Herian arrive in a place where Dalish ran rampant, it seemed, where apostates wandered with little care or concern. Oh, they were all apostates now, but there were those who believed in order and knowledge and justice and the good that the Circles might do, and those who would seen them torn to rubble, and allow danger and chaos to run rampant.

"I suspect she was not displeased at my arrival," Herian finally allows, and there is the edge of a subtle kind of smile that catches the corner of her mouth.

The slide of the basket surprises her, and she just looks at it for long moments before looking to Araceli, unmoving. She did not anticipate the offer, nor is she much inclined to closeness with those she does not know. To refuse it, though, would not be polite when it is freely and generously intended. The pause is, perhaps, overlong.

"Thank you. I would be much indebted to you for the kindness," Herian replies, slowly, still testing her own certainty.