If the dance has to slow down a little in order for them to effectively communicate, Korrin's fine with adjusting as need be. She'll do her best to keep a balance, her gaze never straying so that he can read her lips effectively. At that question, she laughs and nods. "Isn't he? But a lot of his people are much the same, at least those born in Ferelden. And I briefly did, yes. They don't live more than a couple of days from the Fallow Mire, so it was a simple detour. They were cautious at first, but after they realized I wasn't there to reeducate anyone or whatever, they warmed up quickly. Gorse and I left with more food than we could possibly eat."

The refugee children of Skyhold ate well for a while after that, no doubt. Korrin only kept a little for herself, more interested in passing around the bounty. The thought of another field trip there is...tempting.