"Just so." He is glad that all of Antiva's kinder, fonder language is not yet lost to her. "Normally said with great affection, I have no doubt he will feel that for you."

She is too kind when she gives herself cause.

"A favored companion. Never let it be said he wanted for company." It is a tentative thing, the leaning against Leliana. The arm about the waist, carefully caste, light enough to slip away at the first sign of discomfit. But it is there none the less.