( She'd so much prefer that; the men in the employ of her husband who shadow her steps and enforce the space she's grown accustomed to having, who'd have seen to it she and perhaps a maid were given one of the rooms, who'd take up position either side of a door and let her have peace. There would be a fire for her, and no strangers she didn't wish to speak to -

but she is here, and must make the best of it. She narrowly avoids startling when he fetches her a chair; does not forget herself so much not to say, )

Thank you, sir. My name is-

( mmm? )

- you must call me Petra if I'm to call you Tavin.

( A small smile- a good effort. )

I - I came through a rift, they tell me. I suppose that I travel now with the Inquisition, but in effect, alone.