She kicks back in the inn most nights, when she’s not tromping around in the snow out in the forest, taking advantage of the feast every other night. Drinking and people-watching and in general carousing and having a good time. She misses Morrigan, though. Even though she would have disdained the feast and all the festivities in town. Hearing her friend’s familiar sarcasm would be... the best damn thing right now.

Instead, though, she sits and drinks and eats and even makes friends. People don’t seem to have the same issues with elves here that they do in Thedas. DEFINITELY not to the same fucking degree. It’s... really nice. And WEIRD. And she kind of doesn’t know what to do with it, sometimes. She can’t help but be suspicious. At least a little. (Look, you have to murder your way out of a shem manor after being kidnapped with the rest of your wedding party you’re going to be a LITTLE SUSPICIOUS.)