And as a rifter it is entirely possible that they will judge you, or they will deem you all the more exotic, some trinket to adorn their rooms. Among the very first words the Nightingale had ever said to Araceli and as her skin prickles enough that she can't fight the urge to rub her arms as if chilled, it's always going to be among the most true, the most unavoidable.

"I don't think we've ever been in a position to turn away help, least of all now. I certainly can't recall there being quite so many dwarves in Skyhold as there are working alongside us in the Gallows at present." There were a lot of merchants. And Cabot who never seemed to mind that Araceli was there every single night but never came in through the front. "I hope they will but if they don't? They can still benefit from this. There will be safer places to work and live, more trade in and out."

Smiling, she gestures to Alan's work because-- because it was rude. She's exhausted and run off her feet wanting to make sure that this actually does work but it was rude. "There will be beautiful things that will last."