"I went to parties with the children and grandchildren of Nereza," John will take her meaning to be at home, three years and more with a strained fondness more for the circumstance. "They spent less of their time enjoying their night and more of it apologising to someone else where discretion allowed for whatever thing the relative said to offend and running around trying to keep them sweet enough that they wouldn't be forced to entertain themselves stirring the pot or trying to have someone cry or offend them enough to force a duel."

Simpler times and again that somehow a rift might open to messily spill out the queensguard who know her, who understand the way all this plays with these families when it goes as easy as breathing around one another. But three years is three years: no one is coming, Araceli has fashioned another family. Still merchants and rich men are familiar in a comforting way where only the fashions and particulars of their politics have changed, little else.

"Antiva," in the space between heartbeats that still allows enough time to sting as a tiny betrayal. This demands a certain honesty and if they're all weighed in scales by the Qunari, Araceli thinks a rifter would be found more wanting than a mage. "Antiva is a better known quantity than the Qunari and they don't have designs on the whole of Thedas that place many of the Inquisition and more in danger after. Qunari agents can move more carefully, I understand, than most others and with the information we have and gather, the idea of them having access to it isn't one that allows me to sleep easily. We could use Antivan allies for more trade than we're likely to see from the Qun with fewer strings attached."