"Can't do much without them," Avery confirms with a small nod as she stands as well. Then she tilts her head slightly, tongue running over her teeth briefly. "Well, we could but not such as many would care for, yeah?"

She looks the girl over a moment, trying to remember if they've met before (the passing, surreal thought of how short a time ago it truly was that she was still convinced the Dalish were bogeymen made up to scare farmers' boys into staying in at night flitting in and out in an instant) and eventually asking, "You're one of the gardeners then? Or a... courier maybe?"