“Mm.” A thoughtful noise, hedging. “Back home, too. You saw what it’s like on Earth, those miracles of comfort— We’re technically burning up the entire world to do it. Fossil fuels.”

Strange might marvel at the wonders of Tevinter, but he has to remind himself: there’s always a price. He glances over at the other man, fingertips drumming on the edge of the drink.

“I grill you about this a lot. Someday I’ll cut you a break and stop pestering you about the land of your birth. I just don’t know anyone else from Tevinter besides our Lady Arany.”