Look, he knows it sounds crazy, but when you realize how big his ship actually is, you realize how little that actually is in terms of usage. It's a multi-deck, four-hundred person ship. Circumstances and context, Hermoine. But it was controlled, he really promised.

"Nothing beats a good shower. I'm glad for the hot springs here. They're not exactly a shower, but they at least leave me feeling clean, which is worth everything," he sighed. He had felt rank after arriving with Solas and the others, and he was determined to avoid feeling that again in so much as he could. So far it had been easy, but he was sure at some point he would have to do without for an extended period.

"You've managed to acquire a deadline here?" He chuckled, surprised and impressed in one go, but he stands all the same with her, gathering up his volumes to put away before he left. "Thank, and for you as well. I hope you figure out the trick to your magic soon - I know it's frustrating. I'll speak to you soon, Hermoine." He raised his hand in goodbye before turning to head back into the stacks and replace his books and head out to seek out something worth a little coin for the tavern that evening.