[She smiles faintly and realizes in that moment, when the expression feels foreign and tugs on unused muscles, that it's been far too long since this happened. It's... a relief, in a way. She feels a little like a block of ice beginning to thaw.]

That would explain why Varric made so many jokes about the place being haunted.

[The chance to speak to someone who isn't her favorite dwarf is enough to keep her out of bed, and she forgets entirely about the need for house coats as she starts towards Fenris again on the way out to the main room.]

Would you like something to eat? He was visiting earlier and there's some bread and cheese left. Some wine, too.