As Ruby speaks, the young woman behind her studies her palm. The mark is an interesting thing, of course, something shared by many, now, in Thedas, but still a mystery and a novelty. Dany looks up as the other finishes, nodding thoughtfully.

"There are mages within the Inquisition, aren't there? They haven't much to say about these, then?"

There are mages in their ranks, she knows, but that... is it, more or less. There is a lot to know about the Inquisition and its world and Dany has to take it in small doses.

"Thank you," she adds belatedly, cracking a smile at the crown of flowers. "You're always so thoughtful."

A queen crowned in flowers. Better than one of molten gold.