( She does not draw attention to the ragged mess of her ear, left by her last encounter with a Dalish clan. Better to ignore it, to do no thing that might make this uncomfortable. Her fingers itch to check whether her hair covers her ear, but she resists. Vanity is not becoming a knight, and yet in the eyes of so many it defines them.
They've walked a few paces before she realises she had lapsed into silence. )

Aye, much of it. At times I might pass through a town or need to make exchanges, but for most of the work proper? 'Twas but myself and my thoughts for company. ( So time to dwell and run things over and over in her head. ) Alas, my skills in diplomacy may have atrophied. And you? I hope these months have not been lonesome.