( The social expectations upon a young lady of Orlais are both similar and sharply different to those of France; for her part, Gwenaëlle doesn't turn a hair at his joining her on the bench, only shifting slightly to accommodate conversation. If anything, it suits her well: at all of 5'3", she spends more than enough time tilting her head up to look at the people she speaks to. )

It must be wearying, ( after a moment, considering the tenor of that answer, ) to have to so much start over. In the middle of a stupid, insane war that is itself in the middle of several other stupid, insane wars, and surrounded largely by stupid, insane people.

( Tell us how you really feel, Gwenaëlle, you're really holding back. )