"I don't think that's how that works, actually," he says, but he doesn't sound too concerned about debating it, either. When it becomes clear Bene is actually waiting for an answer to his question, Talin sighs, and glances around the tavern to mask his twitch of annoyance—let the officer think it's about the walls that surround them, not personal.

"Being settled isn't easy. Cities have rarely meant safety for me, so it's difficult to relax sometimes." All true enough, while side-stepping the whole kidnapped and tortured for a week thing. "The Planasene is near enough I can be in nature again when I feel the need, though, and there are others who struggle with staying still, same as me. So it's manageable, especially with worthwhile work to keep me here."

He looks back to Bene, head tilted in curiosity.

"How did you end up here? Tevinter, Altus, mage... Stranger place for you to be than me, I'd think."