Warden business proper is something Araceli keeps herself separate from but she comes and goes from the camp when she has the time: the Kestrels are there, and she's friends with them, helps their ongoing efforts to be people, often with a lute though not a single Warden would ever have knowingly heard her play. "There are plenty of guards about Skyhold, I don't think it would cause a terrible scene." Araceli reports to the Nightingale too, but she isn't about to let that one out of the bag, not here, not now. Inessa is not a person she knows well enough for such a thing.

"I met a priest months ago, a Tevinter priest. In Skyhold." The clarification might not be needed but she does go on assignment to other places so perhaps it's best to make sure no stories go growing arms and legs. "An interesting man though every man like that has a vested interest somewhere. We aren't here for sightseeing though," she adds gently since she knows just how much she wanted to explore Antiva to her heart's content the second time she went there. "Officially? We were never here. Though I think the place you'd be treated kindest is Rivain, it doesn't seem to matter who or what you are there."

Even Araceli's hand didn't really bother anyone. The mages liked the distraction at the camp, the sailors made exactly the sort of jokes about green hands Araceli always wants to make herself (but people here are so sensitive, it's a nightmare), and on the voyage home the mages just poked her some more. "The south is bloody cold, I hadn't even seen snow until I landed in it. And magic was only something we made up in stories."