The warm smile that his startled Benuta had prompted only broadens with amusement when he bows to her and shapes her title. For a moment she does not give ground, because she is a terrible person - but graciously, that moment passed, she allows him his space and instead gathers her skirts to sit in the other nearest seat, gesturing him back down to his. Little enough of her appears to have changed in the interim - even her clothing makes only few concessions to Skyhold's climate as opposed to Nevarra City's.

"Aleron," she repeats, gently, by way of giving that permission. "I came not long before the Herald's wake - I serve on the Council of Magi, here, among other things." Always with her finger in this, that and the other thing - that can come as no great surprise. "You are the second of your Order to surprise me so - I am glad of it."

With the mysterious disappearance of said Order ... she had not thought to see either of them again.