"True enough. I wanted to try getting it to bring it back to you, but...I was worried people would figure out pretty easily it wasn't mine." Because she would have had to all but drag it around Skyhold. How does he even lift that thing up???

But she's more worried about him than her scarf, and after clicking her tongue, decides to go ahead--he was a Dalish, right? They were all family. Kind of. Her hands reach up to cup his ears, frowning when she felt the chill in them still. "You're still cold. Are you sure you don't want a healer? You should get a healer. Or at least go inside. I can get you into the kitchens. I could probably swipe some food for you, too, while I'm at it. When was the last time you ate?"

Salem, welcome to Beleth's circle of Dalish, where you will be clucked at and fussed over. After a small pause, she realizes she's forgotten something.

"...My name is Beleth. Of Clan Ashara."