Her expression softened slightly, fully understanding the need for peace, for a home — though perhaps she understood less, given how she had left Elturel after its saving with the assumption that it would be just that: safe. She had not been exiled like the others, she had not suffered through the Shadowlands or been seemingly betrayed (and she did not blame Zevlor for that, of course) by the man meant to lead them to safety.

"I have heard of many fanciful wizard towers to visit. I suppose I should."

It was difficult to be even teasingly cruel to a man in such a sorry state. Her own tail curled around his right under the spaded tip, and she shifted just in case he tipped too far off the stool in his current inebriated state.

"Home is far off for now." She offered, perhaps unhelpful, "and this world is often chaotic, but I have — we have found solace here between such chaos. Hopefully you can, too."