Hopefully Oghren won't notice that the nose doesn't come from Morrigan, that unfortunately it's a very Theirin nose sitting in the middle of Kieran's face. Not something a stranger puts together but spend a Blight together and well, she Zevran and Leliana both know the truth.

Why she expected him to be anything other than crude is beyond her. "I did indeed, though not quite so easily as that." The last words are muttered, more for Kieran's sake than anything else because she was alone, it wasn't exactly a fun time.

"Tw-" Recoiling slightly because turns out mother wasn't lying about the nigh visible aura of ale, the lad recovers himself. "I'll be twelve this year."