“Would have been nice, though, when we were up in the Frostback mountains,” Aella replies, taking a sip of her wine. “That sounds like a very good idea.” That has been her entire approach to being here, away from Thedas, and the Archdemon, and darkspawn, and saving the fucking world. Enjoying the reprieve while she can. Even if she feels sometimes as though she’s betraying her companions by being here.

Not tonight, though. Tonight she is content and relaxed, a warm mug of mulled wine in her hands and good company beside her, surrounded by celebration.

She smirks at him from over her mug. “Not that I can’t play the long game, but I’ve learned to appreciate a good drink and better company, that’s all.” Worth its weight in gold, anymore. “Besides, it’s nice to have someone to explore with. I’ve gotten used to it.” Without Zevran, and Sten, and Morrigan, and the rest, it’s... quiet. Lonely. Even if she’d never admit it to them.