"It's Nathaniel's loss," She decides, mouth set. It might not be fair to Nathaniel, really. Beleth is terribly bias, both towards Alistair, and against the strange attachment some people held towards their fathers, no matter what they did. It just unpleasantly reminds her of her own father's death, and that cold apathy that sank into her. Her opinions were, suffice to say, heavily weighed against Nate, without even really knowing him.

"It's not just the whole duty thing. I mean...some are alright, I suppose." She says like she hasn't been making googley eyes at a wide variety of humans since she arrived at Skyhold. "Malcolm is pretty nice, overall, she could do worse. He did call you Alistair's wife," She informs him with a casual air, knowing by now neither of them are terribly bothered by this anymore. "But she does seem fond of him. Which is why we can't room together. He'll be back eventually and sharing a room with a couple would be insufferable."

Zevran and Alistair notwithstanding, naturally.