"Gabranth..." Jone frowns, sighs, tries to decide what to say. She still doesn't trust Benedict not to open his gob to anyone he deems interesting, including Gabranth, so she has to craft her words without actually confiding anything.

Diplomacy ain't no joke.

"You know all the stories you grew up on? True knights and beautiful princesses?" A moment, wait, "well, we grew up on those in Ferelden, at least."