"And I you." A grand lady in a fine estate and only servants for company, ones that ahe seems to treasure but... always there exists separation, she suspects. Their dependence on one another prohibits some things, perhaps in Eléonore's eyes as well, power not to be abused. It is a fine thought, at least.

"None should suffer the pains of isolation." From neighbours that cast judgement or through loss of one dear to their heart or loneliness that settles when you are far from home. "I would wish better for you."

She is not being rational; a suspect, a noble, a Tevinter, all fine reasons that would make Herian harsh most times. And now? She feels a need for warmth in the midst of a storm, and she tilts her cheek and jaw more into Eléonore's hand.