"It is rather sturdy," Aleanna says, smiling around her own meal as she pops a bit of meat in her mouth. "And has served me well these past few months. Though not nearly as well as some other weapons at my disposal." She sips at her tea next, marveling at the way it so compliments the meat.

Probably, she shouldn't flirt so openly. Probably, she'll be expected to make some kind of political alliance through marriage for the benefit of the Inquisition as a whole.

Still, fuck that, she thinks. She should be able to follow her own heart, after everything. She will give all that she can to the efforts in fighting the evil of this world, up to and including her own life. But she refuses to tame her heart for anyone, no matter the necessity of it. And she very much enjoys the company of the man sitting beside her. Life's too short not to grab it by the horns, really.

His mention of rain pulls her out of her own thoughts, for the time being. She follows his gaze towards the sky, which, even for the bog, looks thick and heavy, ready to burst at any moment. The air is also heavy with the scent of rain, a promise all but spoken.

"Well, but of course," she says. "Because the bog has just been such a desert, so far. The weather is obviously compensating."