"See, you've got your priorities in order," Krem says, gesturing at Ellana then continuing, "out in the Hinterlands or up in the mountains, you just can't get away with walking around barefoot and expect to come out with all your toes the same color they were when you arrived, bodies just don't work like that unless you're...I dunno, Avvar. And even they know the importance of good, sturdy armor and boots." He nods some, then looks out toward other tents' silhouettes in the darkness. People were bedding down to rest while others got up to watch over the Inquisition's camp, signalling that it was probably about time that they all try to get a few hours' rest themselves.

Maybe when they were in better places to do so, he would explain his station in Tevinter society a little better. It had been awhile since they'd smoked together, and she probably didn't remember his explanation. Either that, or he hadn't aid it very well. Either way, it was a discussion for later.

"Gonna bed down soon," he announces, finishing off his bottle and putting it back into its case without the cap. They could probably find a use for it later.