Yngvi, that is unfair. Don't bring up Asher because she is already in a delicate enough mental state and now she's going to be even worse off remembering her friend that should be here so she can hear these words from his own lips.

"We are not very welcome in the city as a whole yet," she says. Yes, they're allowed to shop and take in the, err, sights, but nothing more. And even when the Viscount loosens that restriction, she doesn't know where she would even go. This place makes Redcliffe feel homey.

"I am sure the nobles complained about having less space." Not that Marcher nobles are as cutthroat as her own people in that class. They can't be; because no one plays the Game like those who invented it. Her gaze shifts to the dwarf and an eyebrow lifts in question. "You are overheated? Are you feeling unwell?" Leave it to the healer to immediately think someone might be sick.