"I think I might approach it, soon enough. Best not push it."

She holds her next mouthful in her mouth a moment longer. Feeling the taste on her tongue that is less about the fact that it is any good - and it's not some fancy Orlais nonsense, true enough, but she isn't cheap - she swallows, voice rasping momentarily."Damn, I hadn't heard that." No, not common knowledge but it's something easily taken in by stride.

"But... that might suit. How often do your kind die, in what sort of circumstances?"