"As in Maric's bastard, yes." Fereldan politics weren't ever a concern of hers, she hadn't put much thought into who or what Alistair was beyond 'annoying' and 'useless'; these details of his skill in a fight aren't particularly relevant to her contempt for him. She stirs the honey into her tea and sits back, frowning down at the surface. That is right, the Antivan Assassin had been taken recently, hadn't he?

And returned.

Detlef hadn't mentioned anything of what happened there and Adelaide finds herself loathe to ask. And yet... "Working with him was not horribly difficult, in Antiva?"

Not the most graceful segue but coming outright to wonder if he'd been hurt, if there'd been an excess of danger, if any of what Korrin had said was true- Adelaide isn't certain she has the right to ask. She wants to, the questions knotting on her tongue- but it may not be something Detlef wishes to think about.