She laughs gently, letting him go and looking up at him. "Well, Zevran is here, but I know you two aren't exactly bosom friends."
She doesn't move, though, aside from letting go of him. He might be worried, but he really does look rather handsome in these odd clothes. "I'm glad you're glad. I mean. I'm glad you're happy to see me." Oh, shit. She'd noticed long ago that he did seem to possess the ability to get her tongue tied in knots at random intervals. He's just so ... good. She's ... not.
Speaking of. "We are sure that Orzammar does not exist here. That Ferelden isn't simply in another part of the world." She knows what the reply will be, but she has to ask. "Bhelen ..." Well. Best not elaborate on that. It's not ladylike, never mind possibly making him lecture her, and of all things she can't take right now.