[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn chuckled, wryly. Aye, he's Dalish. He's only been outta the woods for a while. He doesn't specify how long a 'while' is. There's no need to tell her Ruth's story; he's certain if she stays around him, she'll learn it.

Misfit? She gestured to herself, and he snorted, reaching out to tug the brim of her hair. Eh, it's a cute look. But only something you can pull off, definitely.

And she promised not to lose her smell or her herb, and Nairn laughed, a quiet chuckle. Uh... sure. He murmured, flushing as he pulled the door to the safehouse open, entering last.

Go straight through, and take a left, six doors, then the last door on the right. Gonna be a ladder to climb, he stated, letting her guide their way. He wanted her to learn, so she wasn't entirely hopeless.