“Truly,” Aella tells him. “I’ve been... too busy to take the time to mull wine.” There are nights after camp has been set up, but honestly, after a day of travel and battling through darkspawn and every bandit who decides they look like easy prey it’s not worth the effort. “Wine out of the bottle is the best I can do.”

She laughs, a bright sound against the backdrop of the bustle of festivities, and shakes her head. “Absolutely fucking not. I’m a pragmatist, not a philanthropist. But it’s not something that needs to be repaid. Your friendship, and your company is plenty.” She smirks, dark eyes bright and impish. “But I certainly won’t turn down a drink now and then.”