Maker's balls, this would be easier if she weren't so nice. Blackwall shifts on his feet, bringing his hands up to twine his fingers together in a slightly nervous habit. It isn't too noticeable, but it's become more pronounced the longer he's been alone in the Hinterlands.

His expression softens, as does his voice. "You're a good woman. It takes courage to show kindness to a stranger."

She is far, far too sweet. He admires that about her already. That and she complimented his beard. He has priorities, clearly.

But the idea of a drink? That he can get behind. "If you can spare me the time to change out of this before it begins to smell worse than it does, I will. Meet you in Redcliffe?"