[Anyone who's (slowly) started to get to know Cassandra will likely also know that she's never happy!1 rarely looking at ease. But today finds her feeling relatively relaxed and pleasant, partly aided by the smells of foods from home. Who knew she'd be so nostalgic for Thedas?
She's near a stand that's serving a stew that isn't dissimilar to food on the road with the Inquisitor. Hardly the stuff of culinary legends, but it's enough to actually make her smile.
And, of course, enough to have her reach out and grasp the hand of whoever might be closest to her.]