Korrin nods and smiles a little at the very accurate description as she follows along, likewise eager for some piece and quiet. Right now, very little matters but soaking in hot water and listening to Araceli's sweet voice, holding her close. Sleep will come very easy after this, probably the fist time in Skyhold since returning in a rush for Asher's sake.

"I know you didn't, kadan, though you would have been welcome. It was very different from the lowlands, that's for sure. The Chantry means nothing to them; they have their own way of life with their own gods, and their mages serve the community, not live apart from it. Nor do they burn their dead. Asher had a sky burial, so that he could be sent to the Lady of the Skies through her messengers. It was a fitting way to see him off, and his people were welcoming. The aftermath was as loud and full of strong hooch as you might expect."