She waved dismissively, laughing once more. "Hyu flatter me. Vos lucky shot; dere vere four of dem, und Gunnarr kilt odder tree." But that first kill was not her last; she supposed even Lukas must have been an accomplished warrior by now. Who knew how long before she would see him, or any of her family again? .... never, if the Blight was truth, and if it overtook Ferelden. So. More reason for her to stay.
It helped that Ordhan had taken so quickly to her; in a country where the language was not the one she was raised upon, where all the faces were unfamiliar and the land disconcertingly... flat, to have a friend was a boon she did not intend to waste. The sun rose again in her smile at his kind words, the skald genuinely appreciative. "Hees name is - vos - Albrect Aelricsn. He vos second-eldest brother, after Alaric. Und he luffed Andraste, as if she vere mortal voman. He had fission-qvest, ven I vas yoonger, und ve traffel from Anderfels - Albrecht, Gunnarr und I - all der vay to Val Royeaux, in Orlais, to find Chantry who vould aksept heem."