It has always been something Leliana admired about Cassandra - how very easy she was to read, how honestly she reacted. Something in that must be liberating, as much as it must be exhausting, as much as people could turn that openness against you. Leliana misses being able to be so open herself, sometimes. Whenever the others speak of the Blight, there is a painful pang in her chest at what she had to change to be the Nightingale, even if she is slowly trying to come back to grips with some of those pieces that she cut away and figure out if they can be pieced back together in some way.

"They have arrived. Unfortunately the requisitions officer who reported the missing party had shared as much as he could, but they have found indications that the party was taken, not slain." A pause, and then, more gently: "I saw to sending two wagons with some additional supplies. They will have to travel the Imperial Highway, so they cannot go so directly as the party on foot, but when our people are located there will be a means to ensure they have all they need." In case of injury, of damaged supplies, or not being in a fit state to walk.