It is an interesting thing, to observe people in environments where they are comfortable. In all sorts of surrounds, really, but one would suppose that these are the ones whee hiding is easier, and the clues that can be caught become all the more remarkable for that, an intriguing thread to catch and tease at before they undo themselves. Cat puns are easier, indeed, and for some reason it troubles her that Hero of Purrelden was thus his choice. Why is it so significant, Leliana?

Instincts are strange things, one supposes. Instincts lead her to discover Marjolaine's treason, but not to prepare herself for a stab in the gut. Faith lead her to Jonas and Alistair and Morrigan, but some would call that instinct as well, and others would simply call her deluded.

"The most imaginative I've gotten with the nugs is Nugistair," she admits. "They don't really lend themselves to puns. Far too distinguished." False banter, false ease, as she quietly assesses the man before her. "Cassandra Pinionghast is worth considering, though may not be best appreciated by her. I hope you'll advise me of any other ideas you have. Dorian Pawvus, perhaps, is another to consider."

Sorry, Dorian, but it is interesting to see how people react to the mention of a Tevinter mage. He does tend to provoke opinions. And it would be a fitting name for a cat, even if Detlef's assertion that they are superior to any other animal is terrible and wrong.

Still. Blond, spirit healer, cats. The combination is evoking a memory at the tip of her tongue, and yet it eludes her. Infuriating.