She chuckled slightly at his politeness, beginning to walk around the perimeter of the camp, making sure to keep a wide distance from the tents where people were sound asleep, not wanting to accidentally wake anyone up. She seemed thoughtful as they walk, but her eyes continuously skimmed the darkness, searching in the distance for any signs of movement or unfamiliar shapes. They flickered back to the young man at her side.
"Are you always so polite?" she wondered aloud. "No one ever talks to me in such a nice manner, well maybe Signy. Must come from you both being in the upper class back in Orzammar huh?" She grinned then. "You'll have to pardon my ignorance when it comes to your home, I'm afraid up till two years ago I didn't even know all that much about Ferelden and it's politics and social class separations."
She fished in her back for another piece of jerky, offering one to Rhocanth and turning her head again to look around. She kept her stride short, pace slow enough for him to walk comfortably at her side, despite the difference in their heights. "I can't imagine what it's like not to dream. But I suppose that means you never get any nightmares either too, right? That can be counted as one of the good sides." She tilted her head slightly, listening to the little sound around them as she fell silent for a moment. "It is... I think it feels all the more quiet when you're surrounded by a group of talkative people all day long." She grinned. "Like Falina. She always seems to have something to say. Though, I gather you don't mind that terribly much..."