Right, of course. [ Nell gives her head a little shake, and leans her forehead into her hands, fingertips digging in just above her eyes. ]

We could go check Ansburg first, if you want. It's not so much further than going after mine, if we're leaving from Kirkwall anyway.

[ She rubs at her face, just those fingers first, attempting to force tension out of her brow and temples, then her whole hand, a rough scrub before she straightens up to flop back against the rickety wooden upright of the booth. She just stays that way for a long moment, sipping at her drink, once again looking out the window. She doesn't turn to look at him as she asks, ]

Why do you have a stone hand in your bag?