[Garahel huffs happily before turning his attention back to Ivaera. She tries to keep him appeased with stroking even as her attention is divided with the new arrival.]

Ferelden is hardly known for its warmth, so I understand. But I'm not certain how much longer we can count on it to remain here. Even now, the seasons are changing. I'm working to store as much as possible, but there's no way of knowing what the next months hold for us. The Tree must provide some protection, but I'm loathe to take that for granted.