The day he's without circles under his eyes will be cause for celebration. They're better, though, steadily shrinking from where they'd been when she'd first met him. Being among people is something he'd needed more than he knew. If he can be cared about, he's not fully lost yet.

"I'll add that to the mud and dogs assessment I've made of them." Maybe he should have chosen a Fereldan name to match his accent, but he's never wanted to pass for one. With a nod of thanks he accepts the bread. There's the faintest string of pride that says maybe he should decline, but Adelaide is sensible. She wouldn't offer what she can't afford to give.

"I'm sharing with another mage, a Salvatore. I've managed to keep the tent fairly warm, but I'd not turn down the loan ifyou're sure. Purrelden doesn't have a full coat yet and I'd prefer to be safe. Though I'm curious about which Fereldan you're dealing with. Handsome? Dripping in muck?"