Following the Rift in Skyhold, the infiltration of wretched Crows into their midst and the taking of not only an Inquisition member and the poisoning of another, but the torture of a dear friend... well. Leliana has had reason to be withdrawn. And she has had even more reason to hunt, to look into every person in their keep, who has come to their fortress and claimed a place among their ranks. Some people have a history that is easily gathered, checked. Others are more secretive, and while inconvenient, it is not a reason for immediate removal, nor eradication.

On this occasion, the person in question has not sparked immediate concern. That will change, when it is Leliana inspecting him and not her harried, desperately working scouts, eager to assure the security of the Inquisition. Desperately so, perhaps. As such, she is not here to interrogate or to question, but to check in on the condition of a Scout, struck with a poisoned arrow on a mission, and the wound allowed to fester too long on the trip back to Skyhold. It was foolishness, and she might have lectured the young man, if he had not been so ill as to near collapse in the Rookery.

"How is he?" Leliana has a habit of appearing out of nowhere, sometimes, and she stands at the entranceway of Detlef's workspace, balancing a respectful distance and a commanding presence with the talent of one well-used to playing games.