“Julius proposes,” she takes up the thought, lowering herself into the chair opposite Marcus's desk in deference to the fact that the office door is still ajar, “the benefits that we might have of renting a place of our own, apart from the Gallows. Somewhere in Kirkwall proper.”

Probably no where terribly fine, but she's relatively certain between the three of them they could afford somewhere comfortable enough. Somewhere they might enjoy the reprieve from their entire lives revolving around this space, for a time.