"You have the right of it there." This is...this will be difficult in more ways than he knows, has been difficult beyond his ability to wrap his mind around and yet here they are; two of his favorite women in all of Antiva, perhaps of those he's met in Skyhold, helping him through. There are words that he feels he ought to say but he does not know what they are.

Simply that he is grateful. Perhaps this, combing his fingers through Araceli's curls, leaning back against the stability and warmth of Korrin, may be enough. "I could teach you how to make alfajors- it always ends in a sticky mess but the mixing is great fun."

Focus on that. On the tiny braids he winds around her curls, on the mental image of Korrin with flour dusted over her cheek, honey drizzled over the table, almonds everywhere. "Or if we ever find a good hank of mutton and spices I could show you how we braise it in Antiva."