That she is here at all is a surprise. Footsteps and the sense of someone being there normally mean a scout, or official business, but here is a delivery of wine and a smart comment, and it's enough to make her brows raise with a faint and ever so slightly incredulous smile.

"Skipped out?" But her tone is far from angry or accusatory, more bemused. Not all would address the Nightingale so. She finds herself not minding, in this instance. "I suppose I did."

A glance to the sun, dipping low in the sky and brushing orange and yellow across the dark crests of the Frostbacks, and Leliana nods her agreement. A moment, at least, was not unwarranted. All the letters she needed to write are inked and dried and sent. Walking towards her desk, she sweeps aside some blank parchment, and indicates for Kitty to sit before going to retrieve two cups. "How have your shuffles progressed?"