Traveling to far off exotic places, meeting interesting people-

Alistair—who does actually know how to braid, sort of, when it's a horse's mane or strips of leather, but a head of hair is different, and this isn't only an excuse—smiles wider for a moment out of instinct. Instinct to be happy for Dorian and Iron Bull. Instinct to be happy for himself that Zevran isn't included. But a frown follows quickly on its heels, while he makes an attempt at parting Zevran's hair with his fingers.

"Where does that leave you?"