Shame, really, that I grew up sleeping on the floor and in the streets in a crumbling neighborhood where everything stank of sewage is not the kind of thing you can tell people the first time you meet them—or perhaps not tell them ever, if you're Bastien—no matter how much it might calm fears of judgment.

He only nods an eager nod, paired with a shyer smile, and says, "It's lovely. Really. And it's very gracious of you to let an Orlesian and a Tevinter intrude on your reunion and to be so welcoming about it."