I thought Skyhold was cold, but the Emprise is a miserable sort all its own. [ He motions Wrathion to follow him to a brazier nearby, and ignites it with a gesture. Merrily crackling within just a moment, Lasulahn warms his hands near the flame. A wistful, if not sort of sad expression crosses his countenance. ] I dont care for stone walls either, in truth. I'm used to the open air, or my family's aravel.

[ He looks back to Wrathion, brows raising. ] Ah? Oh- it's alright. My arm is a little numb, and it will likely scar, but Solas tended to it. It will heal.