You're highborn. Leliana mentioned something to that effect. [And normally, Lark would be having nothing to do with someone like Riona. Even when Leliana had first mentioned it, Lark had felt a sudden rush of judgemental anger that this noblewoman had done what Lark herself had done. Another 'victory' for humans when they hardly needed the step up.

She still felt it a little, but there was some guilt as well, now that she'd met Riona face-to-face. Thinking that way about her was no different than a human thinking Lark herself was no better than a murdering barbarian.]

I'm sorry about your parents and your home. ['Cousland,' however, sounded familiar. Wasn't there a Cousland in Alistair's army? A former noble and a worthy fighter, as she heard it told. She let the thought rest there.] Duncan saved me as well.

[There was so much she wanted to ask. 'How did everything go?' sounded too broad. How could they pinpoint the differences and similarities if they couldn't even identify what might have changed? For all they knew, everything was different.

A small smile formed on Lark's lips as she decided on something more simple.]

Did you save the dog in the Ostagar camp? He was very important to me.