Lillie studied him across the table in the low light of the Pearl. He was older than she, of course. But he was still young, and handsome. Fair of hair, hints of red or auburn streaking through it. His shoulders were broad; perhaps from the design of nature or the muscles built from training to be a knight and carrying about all that armor they tended to wear. There was less tension in the lines of his body now though, so at least he was relaxing.
"It was hard. It's strange, I imagine to be in a place so different from your home. I couldn't imagine ever being away from Ferelden. Maybe it's cold and the foreigner's claim it smells like dog, but it's home and I love it." She chuckled. "It's a very Fereldan attitude." She was not very much like Lucrezia, except for the friendly nature of both women. Though while Lillie was small and fine-boned, a gift from her elven mother, she was not shy nor overly mysterious. She often wondered if all Antivan women were like her friend.
Talfryn himself seemed uncertain of half of what he said, and Lillie wondered what doubts it were that crowded his mind. He asked if it was true that Lucrezia spoke of him, but didn't ask further, so Lillie simply nodded. It was true that she had, and indeed mentioned the letters. Lillie had a correspondence of her own with a man, though not as often as he lived in Denerim and it was easy to see one another. It was what led her to believe that whatever it was between the Antivan woman and the knight was more than a whore and her customer.
"You've written to one another? Then clearly you must mean something more to her than another customer, Ser Talfryn. Of course she would speak of you, in that case. You do not... correspond with someone unless you care for him, I'd think."