Sailors talk but if they're being paid a bit on the side they'll bite their tongues unless they think they'll get in trouble so while Araceli's been spending her off time with some of the Inquisition members or finding out where the crew have been, their favourite voyages, anything they've seen that anyone else would call them mad for swearing to be true, Waver's activities have pasesd her by.

Anyone could be up there. Inexperienced or small, young hands often end up there at home too so why should Thedas be much different.

Practice means she doesn't shout but she jumps and curses when Waver just appears in front of her when she turns. "Fuck! Where-- How--" Hand on her chest since her heart almost flew out, she grabs the rope as her gaze darts about between him, and it, and everything else. "Are you hurt? Let's...let's start untangling you."