Nari ruffles a hand through her hair, a smile poking through her fairly obvious embarrassment. "Nahariel Dahlasanor. A pleasure to meet you properly," she replies, the corner of her smile quirking wryly upwards. She returns to checking the horse's tack, giving the animal an affectionate pat once she's established everything's in order. "For what it's worth," she says over its back, "you were right. For all that it hurt to lose most of something that was a memorial for me, the wound was Kirkwall's, and they deserved to heal it their own way. The garden is beautiful," she admits. "I think it makes people happy."