It was undoubtedly good to take pauses in the whole... end of the world situation they were facing. Like Emmrich had made very clear, if the team wasn't at their best, then they were doomed to failure. Even if taking breaks still felt like anathema for the Dalish Warden... even if he was still technically just a recruit. Still, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially since, well...

"You know, I'd never been to Arlathan before this," Oisín said, poking the fire that was under the pot, a small camp setup like they'd have back home in the south. Probably exactly the same as they had up north, too. In the pot was a dish his own clan had often, even if there were little differences from Bellara's at least when they'd compared notes. "It's beautiful. Even with the magic going haywire."