"He is..." How to describe Dorian? "He has a certain flair that is hard to miss. Not entirely dissimilar to a feline, I think, if your world has those melodramatically disdainful creatures?" It still sounds more amused than condemning. What can she say, really, other than that she likes Dorian. He deserved a good deal more credit than he'd received thus far. More seriously, she continues, "Dorian hails from a land much reviled by a good many people, and for good reasons. I cannot think of more than three of his countrymen, himself included, who have joined our cause. Not without bias, but... if you wish to learn of Tevinter, then you should hear a side of it beyond condemnation, no matter how righteous that condemnation is." She certainly has nothing good to say about Tevinter. Setting Andraste on fire and slavery and blood magic and everything else? Terrible.

A little shrug. Lara's tracing of stones was not missed, but Leliana sighs at herself a little, shaking her head. "I apologise. I have a tendency to assume everyone shares my fascination with stories, even when I have no time to tell them, myself. If there is something particular you are interested in, though, I will do my utmost to advise you. Coming here certainly seems to suggest some curiosity." To Skyhold, to the Library and the Rookery, even.

And a faint hint of a smile. "She likes to sit on windowsills and yell, loudly. Very useful when you are sleeping and an urgent message arrives, less helpful the rest of the time." With that said, the raven squawks exactly a painfully loudly as you'd expect, before hopping long her perch. "So. How can I help you, Lara?"