If Benevenuta were pressed to describe Ferelden, it would be with careful politeness and frequent use of the word 'quaint'. Eau de doglord is not her favourite, however, and she does occasionally harbor dark suspicions that the Inquisition has set itself up in the coldest damned part of the world out of pure spite; her refusal to entirely adapt to the climate gives Adelaide such grief.

--so while she can always appreciate a little flattery applied to her own good self (she is both marvelous and beautiful, it's ever so lovely that someone notices), it's the positive inquiry about her homeland that warms her smile as she climbs.

"Nevarra is beautiful." The most beautiful. She doesn't specifically say yes, diplomatic, but neither does she actually say it isn't much grander than Skyhold or Ferelden, either of which she might privately describe as 'this relic'. Why are Southerners, sometimes. "We are a little south of Tevinter - where Altus Pavus hails from."

She doubts there's anyone in Skyhold who's failed to clock Dorian, even among the rifters. He makes himself difficult to miss - her fondness for him is clear, even in the formal way she uses his title outside of their (very small) circle of friends.

"Far warmer than here. I have never worn so many clothes at once in all my life, I think."