"Some news," she concedes, relaxing by increments as she settles more firmly into the role to which she is better suited; this is rather more like in her element than she was on the road where he met her. Not quite, for Skyhold is ... well, what it is, but all the same, the turning wheels of her mind and the steady ease with which she pursues information.

She is very good at what she does, mostly because it's what she is. She is a tool before she is anything else.

"They've recently taken a man into their ranks - a friend of a friend," briefly, accounting for her interest in the matter. "Secretive creatures, aren't you all? But his life was saved, and I suppose that matters more than how it was done."

As Dorian has grudgingly been forced to accept.