Ah. Leliana has not had a great deal to do with children, save for her time as a lay sister in Lothering. Even then, she rarely found herself gnawed upon. Her expression becomes one of bemusement and a flicker of pain when he gums particularly hard.

"Then that is a reason to be glad." She hopes it remains so. And for her to possibly begin vetting these people and ensuring they are worthy, but that could wait. "But be sure to let Alistair suffer a little long. Actually," Leliana pauses, twisting to better face Zevran, "did he talk to you about Morrigan and I? Perhaps he is eager to matchmake all of us."

A long, slow sigh, and she lets her head fall back a bit so she can look at the ceiling. "I don't know," she admits, for perhaps the hundredth time in this conversation, sighing at herself. "She is the first person I consider talking to," Leliana admits off-handly, "And that is unreliable."