"Kieran." She tests the name out on her tongue, staring down at her now finished drink. Her expression is distant (10 years distant, or is it 11 years? It's hard to remember). "I'd heard that Morrigan had a child, after leaving on her own. I was just curious. Quiet and well-behaved...I find it hard to believe Morrigan could have raised such a child." She snorts at that. She clearly did a better job than Flemeth, if it was true. Surely, he didn't get it genetically.

"What does he look like, then? All I can picture is a little mini Morrigan, and her outfit just isn't as flattering on a young boy." There might be something more, or she might simply be curious about the child of an old friend. She didn't seem particularly keen on facing Cullen.