He kisses the top of her head, curling her up close. One corner of his mouth twisted slightly, before he sighed. "Do you know that a Seeker is about to marry a Grey Warden mage? In the Free Marches, by Orlesians. Things will change. Besides, I loathe fancy parties."

He rested his forehead against her hair, "Beyond that, I'll rise up from my grave as a terrible wraith if they try to take a copper from Sina. She gets a future, damn whomever says otherwise." A pause, a longer one, and a heavy sigh. "There is no future for Knight Commanders who keep taking lyrium like I do, Pel."