[All right, first and foremost, it is unfair that Shadowheart has somehow found herself better quality clothes than the absolute rags that he's been granted. But he'll deal with that gripe later. Thre stronger emotion by far is that he's grateful to see a familiar face, and a decently sensible face, even if she's a bit too bleeding heart when it comes to snacks woodland creatures than Astarion can truly understand. It's fine.]

Oh yes, hilarious. Welcome indeed. And I'd like the shortest possible version, especially if it ends with a way for us to get back where we belong. I'm sure you haven't forgotten that we have important matters we're meant to be attending to. And if we are going to take a holiday, I'd prefer it be some place far more palatable than this hells forsaken place.