She ordered a water for the girl, then took the laden tray after paying and made her way outside, ushering Falina along with a gentle hand between the shoulder blades. She looked around, having seen the girl's earlier wandering gaze.
"Do you want to sit up by the windmill? I think there's some boxes and we'll have a good view of everything down in the village." She smiled down at the girl, before leading the way across the little stone bridge and along the hilly path.
"So why don't you tell me one of your favorite stories? I bet there are plenty of interesting ones to pick up in Orzammar. And even the more... seedy or inappropriate the story is. I'd probably prefer those." She grinned at the girl. It was obvious enough that Falina didn't come from a wealthy family like Rhocanth or Signy, and that made her a little easier to relate to in Imenry's mind. No one in her village had been wealthy. Everyone was considered equal. That was the way it had to be when you relied on one another to survive.