[ For all the distance between them, Lavellan is surprised she can hear his voice so clearly. She approaches the edge where ice meets the open water, taking great care not to choose any section of white that might crack beneath her feet, and casts her gaze upwards to the boat railing and at the man who appears there without warning. ]

How can you--

[ Is it so obvious? No one else had called attention to it before in the Drabwurld. She peers upwards, braced in the cold, and watches his silhouette. ]

I have seen them. I am no stranger to things unknown in the dark. But I am not so familiar with the creatures native to this place as others are.

[ The admittance is honest, gentle, and she is surprised to hear his offer in return. She should be cautious, having helped to ward her clan from demons and old legends alike, but she has always been too curious for her own good. Lavellan steps closer, holds the fire aloft in her hand. Admittedly, she might be more intimidated if not for the small dog barking in the night. She decides to take her chances. ]

I would, if you permit me.