Ellana hadn't expected it to sound that appealing, but it really does. Back with the clan, they fought for space in the cramped aravels and Ellana had never bothered. She didn't want the mast for the sails digging into her back, and you had to contort yourself into uncomfortable positions because of the aravel's shape. She just slept on the ground. When it rained, she slept under the aravel, but she had to remember where she was, or she'd hit her head on the underside come morning.

"It sounds lovely," she murmurs before taking another cake. It's hard for her to stay warm, and here at Skyhold, she just sleeps in the clothes she's worn during the day. It helps. But blankets piled on top of her to make her cozy sounds like a dream. And harmless wanderings through the Fade? Would a bed really prevent the demons from finding her? That part sounds a little too good to be true. They always find her when she's feeling low.

Perking right back up after stuffing the cake in her mouth, she says, "Maybe someday I can sleep in one and then I'll know what you're talking about."