Thus satisfied, both in the sense that he's done as she asked and that she was right to assume he would complain bitterly over it, Wysteria settles back against the bulkhead and makes to draw a corner of the bunk's patchwork quilt over her lap in place of the book. Peaceful though it may be in the cabin, particularly compared to the gale and the barely audible shouting over it from above, it's still rather cold and very damp. Seeing as Ruadh would evidently rather eat chicken on the floor with Valentine than clamber up into the bunk to act as a bedwarmer, then she might attend to the matter herself.

"I would like to know more about the Fex, and how they live on the island presently and to what extent they've disappeared into the Qun. I think it's quite fascinating that so little has been seen or heard of them, when the Qun is so particular about using it's people in the way which benefits it best. Surely if they still exist, there must be one suited to the sort of work the Qunari abroad usually are made to do. And yet—!

"Naturally you wish to see the pyramids."