A very slight shake of her head, not eager to interrupt Araceli's work. It is very strange to have someone seeing to something that feels so very whimsical, but it is not... unpleasant. "Knight-Commanders have a good many under them, both to issues orders and to protect. Knight-Enchanters hold some recognition, but not near the same. Our position is a unique one amongst mages, I think."

Tricky to explain, though she is musing how to best shape her feelings into sentences so that they make sense.

"You are very kind," Herian starts, with that same calm that presses over all of her words and sculpts them, seems read to sculpt her, as well. "My place is with the refugees. I'll not sleep anywhere they do not. I deserve no privilege above them." There were those amongst them who would benefit far more from the relief to their bones, she is sure, but Skyhold has not beds enough to house all the refugees. At least, not so many newly arrived ones. Perhaps she can look into these barracks and discover how great their numbers are, but then stands the worry of how they will stand being parted from one another, if that should come to pass, if there will be apostates amongst the people staying there, and her shoulders tense a little with the progression of her thoughts.

"Doing what is right is not always much appreciated. Honour is too easily cast aside. Pray do not undercut the value of having acted as you did."