Eight feet Christine says and Araceli considers it, tipping her head to the side, thinking about some of the sections of the battlements and walls around Skyhold that are crumbling, that might collapse after this winter when the new snow and ice form in the gaps before melting come spring. She's fallen that distance, mostly into water but she knows how it feels in a way, when the world twists.

"If we have something like what happened last First Day maybe I can get someone drunk enough and we can try it." Araceli's good at talking people into things but her shoulders relax another inch, and something around her eyes is less pinched so yes. It's better.