She pulled her hand back and took a sip, savoring the taste on her tongue and trying her best to place it. Orlesian? Mm. Maybe. Oh, he was talking.

"Well, I had traveled quite extensively since we last saw one another, and I tended to keep far from Ferelden for obvious reasons." Not wanting to be captured and tried as an apostate (re: turned tranquil). "I feared the same of you, truly. Were you-" a beat. Should she ask. "Were you there when the Hero of Ferelden came?"