She shakes her coat with a lazy hand, her concessions to Ferelden weather (grudging as ever), but tilts her head under Adelaide's palm in an open expression of relief and gratitude. It is her own doing, of course, this headache - but one must make sacrifices, from time to time. For friends.

"He carries it a little better. Experience, you know."

Not that Benevenuta is some wide eyed Circle naif, but nor is she quite a match for a man who was once hauled by the ankle from a whorehouse.