The rare smile softens and Aleron nods in acceptance of Emeric's conveyed regrets. He's always appreciated that he'd been among those who didn't cast off the young widower in the wake of his wife's loss. The distance to travel to the far side of the Free Marches is no small trek from Orlais and he knows it.

But as to plans for the future? Work awaits them both on arrival. Work for the Inquisition and work of a personal nature, namely convincing the acting viscount to turn over the Hawke manor to a Hawke. Darton now. Either way, they have no home in which to make their nest until that is settled and squared away. Bethany is far better with people than Aleron is, and it's going to take a skilled hand at diplomacy to make their case, since they are neither of them willing to use the more aggressive threats of violence approach.

"We're taking the slow route to Kirkwall, but I fear it's straight back to work for us both. There is much to be done and we've already dawdled in attending it with all the wedding preparations."

And once they've secured a house they'll have to set it up. It's a novel concept for Aleron who's never truly had a place to call home in his adult life.