"A name almost as lovely as the bearer," she replies easily, her own grip firm but deliberately gentle as she knows her own strength. Releasing Cosima's hand Andra nods, her smile soft as she looks out over the room.
"I don't think you're alone. The poor weather has most of Skyhold crammed in here, no wonder it's warm."
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"I don't think you're alone. The poor weather has most of Skyhold crammed in here, no wonder it's warm."