"The waltz?" Mia chuckles. "Dalish dancing must be a much different affair. My sister did admire these things, however, and we indulged her sometimes when she was young with little 'balls' of her own."

A time that seems very far away now, softer and idyllic in the way nostalgia always seems.

"Well, let's see. Who might make an agreeable dance partner?" she presses on, eyebrow lifting questioningly at Ellana.