"Even the lands, I hear, take ages to recover from Blights." she wriggled her toes a little, sitting to hug her knees as she listened. The kitchen floor, while not proper, was more ideal than an hayloft. At least she'd be warm and inside. "It does seem like sleeping spots are at a premium. But don't settle for something less than comfortable once the Inquisition gets on its feet. They're supposed to treat us all like allies, here."

She stood her full height to regard the people in the distance. "Such an idealistic notion, though. I wonder if it'll work. I hope it does. Oh, and also--"

Stern, she was going with stern when her expression hardened. She only managed to accomplish firm, not stern. "They've got plenty of supplies coming in. I'll have your word you won't be skipping meals again. Where would they be if you keel over from hunger?"

Her arms folded and she smiled a little, "Still hurt and possibly stuck under you. Your word, lethallan."