As far as Fiona was concerned, at this point, she certainly did not consider herself as anyone of great significance and part of her did not lament to be relieved of her role as the Grand Enchanter, at least as much as she could be, some still used the title. Not all of her choices had been sound ones and that was a very humbling truth, much as she would like to lay all of the blame on Magister Alexius.

"One of the few as of--" her attention was more attuned to the birds and less on the approaching figure, but when she finally turned to face the man in question she had to fight against every urge she had to escape the situation. There would have been no plausible justification for it out here, not like in Skyhold where there were dozens of ways one might avoid running into someone. She was, unfortunately, late in hiding her shock upon seeing him, something she wished she had been better at, but time did not improve everything. It took her a moment to recover, smooth her expression, fix her attention on the birds, "I fear I must have been absent on the day they taught raven wrangling in the Grey Wardens."

At least somewhere inside of her she still possessed a sense of humor, watered down as it might be. She was trying to maintain her composure to the best of her ability considering.

"In the Circle, however, I learned a fair amount about barriers," as insufferable as she might have been as a student, she learned anyway.