Even after arrival there was little time for rest. Plenty to clean, clear, and to organize. She was between carrying linens from the wash room to their makeshift beds when this caravan appeared. She stopped and watched from above the pile of sheets and blankets.

There seemed to be quite a few and they were somewhat loud-- it was a nice sort of loud, the kind that meant people were happy and excited. Being in Skyhold had been fun so far despite being exhausted. But there was something familiar about the voice she heard over the others.

Something familiar about the face that it came from. She squinted her eyes and thought to where she'd seen this one before...