"Perhaps we could make some posters," Leliana replies rather lightly, not even a hint of dryness in her tone. Surely dryness is unnecessary for one who knows her so well as Lace Harding. It made her wonder, at times, at the differences in expectation or understanding some of her scouts might have of her, compared to those who knew her during the Fifth Blight. It was a strange source of conflict for her, aggravated somewhat by her recent discussions as to the value of life, as to whether she was wrong to protect her scouts and deny them the greater warning that might have spared Evelyn's life. Harding has certain spent more time in the company of the Herald than most of Leliana's scouts, but Leliana would not burden her with such a question. The knowledge was hers to bear, though the consequences weighed on them all.

That helping people befits the Nightingale... she does that know if that speaks well of her efforts, or of some portrait of herself she has painted. It troubles her. Let us hope that you are right, she wants to say, but holds her tongue. Instead, she brushes the comment aside, smiling one of those faint smiles of hers, before she turned to face Harding rather than the targets.

"At your leisure," she starts, because it is important to know this is a request and not an order, "I have some potential new scouts I am considering. Not all to be approached immediately, and perhaps some not at all, but our web expands and weaves a more complex pattern at time goes on. I would appreciate your thoughts, but your other duties remain the highest priority."