A nod, approving. Good. If ever these posters do mysterious materialise, she will amused and impressed, though she is hardly going to hold her breath for a joke, prankster though she might still be, from time to time.

"Some of the particular persons I have in mind are rifters," Leliana ventures, tone deliberately light and easy, though her gaze scans Harding's face carefully, watching for any hint of a reaction, a betrayal of opinion (for better or worse.) The consideration is not one that has come easily or quickly to her, though perhaps that is assumed easily enough, with the likes of Leliana.

She allows herself a little more of a smile. Considering that Alistair was there, chaos was a thing to reasonably expect. "Nothing that you cannot handle," is what she says instead, rather more diplomatically.

"Would now suit you, or would you sooner continue your practice?" Leliana is a great enthusiast of training, and then training some more, and then just squeezing in a bit more training, because there was no such thing as being too prepared. Practice must be allowed precedent over some things, or it might never be afforded time.