"I assume so, since he's practically a canine puddle by this point. Aren't you, Garahel?" The mabari in question raises his head and wags his tail, pleased at the attention but also not wanting to move right now. He's too comfy for that.

Leaning back in her chair a little, she sips at her tea. "As for myself, I'm well. I suppose this is a last hurrah before we leave Ferelden for the Free Marches." For Kirkwall. It's strange to think about, moving to such a notorious place. "What are your thoughts on the move?"