Mirelle had been unusually quiet during their long journey, at least she would have called it unusual. Anyone else around her would have assumed this was how she always was. She had been polite enough, pleasant enough, but otherwise very quiet. And she had done nothing to dissuade this line of thinking. Her own thoughts and worries were consuming nearly every waking moment.
It hadn't exactly been a whim that possessed her to follow after the Grey Warden. Just a flight of fancy wouldn't the edge of desperation to her decision. She was a woman with little options ahead of her. She had been far from excited when she set foot in Gwaren and promised herself she'd leap at a chance to leave it. That had been as good an opportunity as any. In the heat of the moment, bearing the symbolic griffon had seemed a lot more appealing than her own quiet guilt.
But now, now surrounded by other would-be Wardens, now that she was Amaranthine, now that there was truly no turning back, she felt worry. She knew the stories, maybe even a ballad or two if she thought long enough, but never once dreamed of trying to join their ranks. Upon their arrival, she had gone through the motions of settling in, still very much wrapped up in her own musings. She had eaten a little, quickly and quietly, and then took to walking around in hopes that the new scenery would help calm her. She nodded and smiled at those who passed her by, but kept her eyes searching around her, making it obvious that she was otherwise distracted during her walkabout.
She thought she had heard the tail end of her name, but was ready to shrug it off, not even bothering to break her stride. Then she caught the mention of Orlais and it slowed her feet, wherever she was going now momentarily forgotten. Someone was surely referring to her and just had to know why, even if it was in passing. She followed the sound of voice, not quite able to make out who it was speaking for it was overpowered moments later by barking. Just as she rounded the corner she caught the female voice, stepping out just a few ways behind her moving figure.
From here could easily recognize Coan and already dismissed her earlier anxiety. If there was one person to be talking about her, it was him, and even if she minded - which she didn't - there was nothing to stop him. She wanted to turn away and leave just as quietly as she came. Unfortunately it was clear that if he was watching his dog and the dark haired woman, his eyes could easily slip past and spot Mirelle. So much for eavesdropping. She raised a hand slightly, neither a greeting or a farewell, letting him choose his interpretation.