[ Despite huffing and puffing from the exertion, Christine exhales a laugh and nods. ]

The Hinterlands are the favorite place of few. But at least it is not the Fallow Mire, yes?

[ Really, as an Orlesian, Christine is bound by blood to dislike all of Ferelden. Unfortunately, it's produced some of her favorite people, and the Arl of Redcliffe did offer her people refuge when they had none. She's grateful for that. ]

Still trapped?

[ She glances back for a second. ]

Yes, it shall expire soon. Let us be quick.