"I have spoken with a few in my time, though only one at any great length," Araceli explains, seeing no real point in dragging the names of Baratheon or Sauveterre into the discussion if she can help it, not when both men are long gone from Skyhold now too. "Knight-Commander Norrington is the only one of such a rank here, he was good enough to answer many of my questions but I know the dangers of relying on one perspective alone. A Knight-Enchanter then does not hold the same sort of authority as an Enchanter, or Senior Enchanter, or First Enchanter would have, correct? Or still does, such things, like the fraternities, still have power." Such things might still have a use if it salvaged carefully.

It would be very wasteful, perhaps damaging otherwise.

"I slept in the hayloft above the stables my first few nights here. It wasn't quite so busy, warm enough, no one bothered me. Once I had the things to make a hammock though, I could sleep wherever I could hang it, usually wherever was warmest - I had not seen snow until I came here." As if that is some sort of terrible confession, the way she says it, her hands in Herian's hair to let the oil work its own sort of magic, moving to the side to wash her hands in the water and then the combs so she can use them again to get rid of the excess. "You will need rest though, to be the very best aid you wish to be to them, but at least there are more than just tents in the snow now. Skyhold actually has options." Who would have thought.

A little taken aback, she stills, blinking at Herian's back; if Lux were here, they would share a look. Greatest double act either side of a rift. "I am still adjusting to so many having moral compasses that point in the wrong direction." Easier to deflect than to say that girls like Araceli are seldom accused of having honour.