Loghain waits for Gwen to disentangle herself from her bedding and join him by the fireside. Then he reaches out for the small kettle warming over the embers and pours the tea into a spare cup; it's fragrant, a bit like jasmine, rather than the dark and milky variety he prefers back in the Gallows.

He extends the cup over to her without comment, but shows no hesitation to meet her eyes, should she look at him first. "I apologize," he tells her quietly so as to not rouse the others in the room, "if I kept you awake."