Again, Yseult absorbs their answers with quiet focus. She's silent for a moment afterwards, turned in profile to watch the hothouse and the jarred crowd milling about within once more. Her consideration doesn't take so very long, just long enough to be clear it's occurring, wheels spinning somewhere behind still features. The minute feels longer than it is.

Then she nods, and turns back. "She is Orlais' to deal with. Our work here is finished." She drops her arms from their fold against her chest, and digs hands into pockets instead, turning to round the house. "We may find a ride back to town."