At his teasing, Deidre stuck her tongue out at him in response, though she refrained from blowing him a raspberry. The rocking stopped, her body pivoting so she could lean against the nearest wall, her arms crossed over her chest as she surveyed the hustle and bustle of activity. While she had managed to remove the ropes off their belongings, and unloaded Aurin's horse, she watched the Keep's staff take their things to move them inside and thus alleviating the both of them from doing much of anything while the rest of the party found their bearings in the courtyard.
Her friend's later remarks prompted a laugh, her head rolling backwards at the gesture and amusement glinting from her gaze. "She'd laugh, and then disown you as a friend for being so helpless on the water," she pointed out. "I miss her though, we had good times aboard the Northern Star. First time we met, if I recall." She winked at him, after that. "Granted if we hadn't run into each other since then I'd barely recognize you now, what with your face so puffy after that nasty business." Her levity dimmed at that, her lips pressing into a pliant line. Remembering how he looked then while embracing their unique brand of crap-slinging camaraderie now never failed to change the lines of her face to reflect something a little more serious.
It was a split-second change; her sunny disposition returned in short order, flashing him a grin in turn. "I didn't try to get you killed, the Blood Mages tried to get you killed," she corrected. "It isn't my fault you can't help but follow me into the breach and it's not really my fault that I keep going into said breaches. As if you'd be able to stand aside and do nothing while all that was going on."
As her green-flecked eyes roamed over the front expanses of the fortress, however, the golden sheen of Hilda's hair caught her attention. The skald was flanked by two others, one whose countenance tugged at the further recesses of her memory -- but the hint was not enough to part whatever shadows lingered there. The other one was unfamiliar; older, certainly, and seasoned. It was easy to assume he was one of the Grey Wardens, except that the trademarked grey of the Order was nowhere near his person. Certainly not like the woman who had just greeted them, and who Maddock clearly knew -- that bit of interaction earned her interest for several moments, her expression shifting from lighthearted to studious. As Warden Seward left with Ser Maddock stomping after her, she angled a smirk over at Aurin's direction, the point of her elbow poking gently against his armored side. "And you sounded so obedient," she teased, changing the pitch of her voice into something deeper to mimic Aurin's baritone. " 'Yes, Ser Maddock.' 'Right away, Ser Maddock.' 'Shall I kiss your arse some more so you won't catch me while I'm being a bad boy, Ser Maddock?' "
She craned her neck along her shoulder as Aurin waved for Bethen, and upon seeing the young mage, she couldn't help but lift her lips in a welcoming smile. The journey had been long, some would certainly say strenuous, but it certainly didn't lack a shortage of pleasant company. She was surprised to find herself walking near the other young woman several times, engaging in lengthy conversations that had them smiling and laughing more times than not. Out of her new acquaintances, she liked Bethen the most, though Ashya's percocity reminded her enough about herself as a younger girl that she couldn't help but like the youngest of their party as well.
"Beth!" Her call dovetailed the templar's, her own hand lifting in a wave. "If you intend to get lost, we all might as well get lost together, yes?" Her tone was teasing, her grin broadening enough that the covert dimple creased visibly on her left cheek.