Teren stands like a statue as the birds flock around her, maintaining her poise even when faced with fluttering wings and lightly scratching claws. She idly picks up crumbs to give to each bird, but never takes her eyes off the one in the man's lap.

"Grey Warden," she replies, "on my way to Skyhold." Her gaze flits from The Bird to Guy's face and back. "You're with the Inquisition, I presume?"