Vega lifts up her chin. She casts her gaze in the direction, seeking out the little flags in the distance to stare at for a long moment.

Releasing some of that tension, her shoulders drop down, breath coming somewhat easier.

Confessing now, to this elf who will surely be sticking around to listen to all of her woes: "I would go down further south, to Ferelden, but that is impossible for me right now."