She watched him as he leaned down and patted the ground with a fist. Perhaps like he was connecting to it, to the stone in the earth? She wasn't certain. But she said nothing about it, figuring it was almost like his version of a prayer. She wouldn't want someone to question her prayers, if she were to even attempt them in front of another person.
She watched him tug at his clothes with a smile, her gaze sweeping the camp again. It was quiet. This time of night was always shrouded in silence and mystery, and she often found it enjoyable. She let herself relax, leaning back against the broad trunk of a tree. "I didn't feel the loss of anything, not having a sibling. But there were other kids to play with. I was alone sometimes, but I always found things to do. And when I was 12 I started training formally, so I was pretty busy. Plus there was schooling and all." She looked down at Rhocanth as he spoke about his family, and his mother and she heard the little catch in his voice before he trailed off. She left the topic alone, not wanting to bring up bad memories for him.
"She's young, you both are, that's true. But you both have enough life experiences to not really be considered children." She nodded in regards to his following question. "Yes there are whorehouses. There's a pretty famous one in Denerim known as The Pearl if I recall. I've never been there, but I know others who have and I hear they know what they're doing." She laughed. "That is almost exactly how it is, about feelings and passion. Because of the way the Chantry is, the things they preach, and how far their influence reaches. It isn't considered proper to sleep around as you please."