Herian's behavior earns her a curious look. She may have been protecting these people on the road here, but most of them are adults. They're not made of glass, and she can't be responsible for keeping them from every scraped knee and pricked finger forever.

"Denerim, originally," Avery answers after a moment. "I was in Redcliffe for a while though. Saw all the fighting." Her jaw clenches for a moment at that much-abbreviated story. "Saw the Inquisition helping people. One of the few who was even trying. So I thought I'd come see if they needed another hand."