"I'm surprised, to be perfectly honest," she spoke over her shoulder toward him. "There are a lot of humans in charge but they take great efforts to carry on the Inquisitor's work." Sad she never met the Inquisitor, but it sounded like their legacy would carry on. She slowed a little and offered Zevran one of the smaller rags she carried. "You'll need this."

Up the stairs to the side and through the kitchens, they had every luxury of a city in this fortress in the mountains. Even if the mountain air brought back some sad memories, she had to agree it was more pleasant than the dank wet chill of Ferelden itself. The waterfalls nearby offered enough water to be collected and heated near the burners, and she led him there.

"Oil your hair?" she tilted her head and gave him a quizzical expression. "But isn't that-- I mean, if it's oily it looks limp, doesn't it? I thought you were more..." she looked for the right words but couldn't find them. "Y'know, more aware of your prettiness?"