Finding herself unexpectedly dipped low startles a pleased laugh out of her, one hand catching on Korrin's upper arm - but otherwise perfectly content to entrust the weight of her body to the Qunari woman. She almost wishes she could be among their audience, instead, to better appreciate the moment from slightly outside it. They must look marvelous.

"Luckily," she says, her amusement lingering, "I rather intend to stay."

In Skyhold; in the Inquisition; in her seat upon the Council, even if there had been moments during the emergency meeting that she'd almost wished she could wash her hands of the lot of them. She stood her ground instead, and here they are - probably the better for it. It had been something of a trial by fire.