She took another gulp of her ale, feeling the warm tingle as the alcohol infused into her bloodstream and sent every other nerve ending at ease. The pleasant fuzz blanketing her mind made the ambiance of the room all the more cozy to her, despite the head and humidity and the fact that the two of them shouldn't be standing around lingering there the way they are. However, as Imenry continued to talk, she persisted on listening... though not just by hearing her words as other people were wont to do. More than just a casual observer, Deidre took in everything about her present companion; the shifts on her expression as she spoke, the way she moved about the larder (a clear sign of a woman accustomed to regular physical activity...it was the sort of restlessness she could empathize with), the way she laughed despite her intimidating warrior's aura.
However when Imenry revealed that she knew Viara as well, dark brows lifted upwards. "You know the Captain?" she asked, before she burst out laughing. "Aye," she said with a nod. "I know her. She and I were in adjacent cells in a Rivaini prison. It's... a long story, but that's how I met Aurin. She rescued him from some slavers." She furrowed her brows at that, a shadow passing over the lines of her face in memory... but that was quickly dispelled as she fell back into the lightheartedness of the moment. "What a small world, hm? Who knew we'd be connected by mutual acquaintances? You know there's a theory going around that you can connect two people through six individuals or less? Maybe it's true."
She tilted her head, a dark tress falling to curl against one of her cheeks. "As for how...you can't, unless they tell you freely. The memories don't have to be important, really...sometimes all it takes is to make someone's life just a little bit more colorful is enough. I know I'm content, to know that I have. I'm easy to please."
The mention of the Can-Can earned the woman yet another bout of laughter. Mischief glittered within the archaeologist's gaze. "What?" she asked innocently. "Can't Grey Wardens be educated in the finer points of Orlesian culture?" she quipped. "And nothing big....I just thought it would be fun to bond over a bit of ridiculousness. I know Chantry-types appear somber and serious...but I assure you, we're not all like that."
She drained her bottle, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Anyway...." she began. "I should see if the alcohol is helping me sleep some. Will you be continuing your journey with the Dagna? After her Joining?"