And Sina just comes alive, if only for a moment. Sorrel laughs, enchanted, and makes a helpless explanatory gesture at the towering life around them.

"Modest and talented?" He's teasing, even if the compliment is sincere, "But you were the one who started it, and now you take herbs here, to those who need it. I've never fought corruption like that, before."

He can't quite seem to stop smiling; how strange, to feel somehow safe, even here, so far from all that is fest and free and home-like. A little secret place, healed by Dalish hands. Amazing.

"Sina, you're amazing. Do you think you could teach me too?"