"Six ... well, that's not huge, but I'm sure your Keepers are all missing you." The Dalish lived and died by how many were in their clans. Or at least that was how her mother had taught her.

A flicker of disappointment? Perhaps for a second, but then it's gone with a contemplative look. "All right - I'll have to seek him out after my practice."

She paused, then said slowly, "Did you want to practice throwing spells at me?"