She was sitting on the farther side of the couch away from the entrance, practically reclined with her elbow resting on the arm of the couch and her legs curled up underneath her as she read. She didn't even bother changing into her nightwear seeing as she knew she would be up for Maker knows how long, and her hair wasn't even out of her plaits.

She turned the page, not even looking up nor changing her position to something more dignified. She was comfortable, and after months of living with both Alistair and Martin in such small living conditions she found she didn't exactly have to sit straight-laced and proper all the time.

There was still the usual rigid dismissive tone to her voice, her lips pursed. "I fear it no longer has any distinguishable shape at this point."