I am surprised you did not write a ballad or an ode to her marvelous skills.

[ A beat, a snicker of laughter. ]

Or her magical bosom.

[ The joke feels a little hollow without Wynne there to scowl- but Leliana shall scowl in her stead or make a snort of disgust or- speak of decency. The cloud passes and all is right with the world. ]

We should ask Alistair. He is a terribly decent man, is he not?

[ One paw seen to he moves to the next, taking what plate and scales he can carry easily. Quietly, gently, he murmurs. ]

I suppose I might. She would like that.