Laica smiles politely. It's not the first time she's gotten a starstruck reaction, after all. "Yes, yes. Champion of Kirkwall and erstwhile Viscountess of the same and Princess-to-be of Starkhaven at your service." She rattles off the titles she's accumulated over the years as if it were old hat. A thing that just happened to her over the years and not the result of blood, sweat, and toil (and very rarely her own blood).

They reach the top of the wheel and start dropping down the other side and she gasps, her hand instinctively reaching to grip his forearm.