[Tabris has been planning this for a few days and hiding in a closet for the past few hours, but she's still not prepared to actually meet the Herald face to face. She's taller than she expected, about Shianni's height, but her body language couldn't be less like Tabris' cousin. She looks wary, reminding Tabris of children waiting for the police to leave the alienage before they went back to playing. The vallaslin are beautiful in person, delicate and intricate, more holy than the glow of the godright that lights up the hallway.]

[Speaking of which--]

Fuck, that glows more than I expected.

[A beat.]

Right, right-- Hi, I'm Tabris, I live in town. I am absolutely not supposed to be here, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't scream.

[She tries for a smile, and while it's strained, it's definitely genuine.]

Dalish friend of mine said you might need help getting out of here? Well, she actually said she'd let the dread wolf braid her hair if you'd actually agreed to be here, but I got the general idea.