Sorrel is as wary as she is, and still too sure of the strangeness of everything around them to confuse Kirkwall for anything but what it is; enemy territory. Even if that were true, as cobbles give way to good earth and living root underfoot, the smell and sounds pull him forward like a song.

"This is beautiful," He breathes, looking up at the sunlight made green, inhaling deeply. It is beautiful, truly, but it can't have been here for long-- the Shemlen would have taken it for fuel before they'd allow this sanctuary to stand with no purpose, "Your forest, is it?"

Ah, now here's the real Sorrel, grin turned a little wry and with a gentle, teasing nudge to accompany the sentiment. All this, all Sina's-- she claimed it for her own, didn't she?

"You did all this?"

If so, he's impressed.