[Araceli already has a name picked. Or rather a title, perhaps closer to a description of what they remind her of if she swapped the horns for tusks but The Walrus sounds so very right in her head. Because they do remind her of them. Hopefully she won't need to explain those to everyone in Thedas should she go down that path.]

You and these furs. It got cold in Castileos when the storms howled in off the seas but never cold enough for furs, I hate being bundled up in ugly things. [Part of her wants to say something about Kain but she catches herself in time when she remembers that it isn't the Kain she raced around rooftops with. That Kain is dead. This is a man with his name, more than a few traits that remind her of him but that's all. It would be wrong of her to speculate.] Only a few of them are people I don't know, Iskandar, Kain, and Tim Gutterson. Others are people we all know well, have worked with in the past. All will be well, and if it isn't then I'll hit them with my cane.

[That's not even really a joke. But she goes quiet for a while, letting Korrin work as Lux snuffles in his sleep, listening to the fire, the chatter around them before she speaks up again.]

How is it? Being back again so soon after Asher's passing.