Leliana’s maskless face is struck with silent awe as the immortal queen walks into view. It was has if she was handcrafted by the gods themselves, and it was within her presence that she saw a mirror into the divine. Her heart beats reverence for the creators of the worlds, and her emotions flowed like waterfalls from her eyes across her pale cheeks. She regains only a little bit of composure when Winter spoke and she wiped her tears of from her eyes in a vain effort to save face as she is escorted inside the queen’s humble abode. 
          

	Leliana slowly sits on the chair facing the lord when Winter offers the necromancer coffee. “It would be an honor your grace.” Liliana says as she bows her head slightly and offers her open hands. She gingerly sipped the well brewed coffee, allowing others to engage in their conversations before she would decide to join them.