[ While he takes a moment to recuperate, she stands tall, her eyes on the people milling about around them. Still, there's no sign of anyone of import, though she can see a few dwarves hanging about in the upstairs. A few former generals have congregated nearby and are muttering war stories to one another, while others gossip in a corner nearby. No one has any real tells and there are far too many people for the four of them to keep track of. At least the Empress is surrounded by her guards for the moment.

Unless the guards have a traitor in their midst. Maker, this is getting to be too much.

She makes a quiet little noise, not quite a chuckle, and she shakes her head. ]

Oh, there's a myriad of things being said. I've been possessed by a demon from the Breach, that you're keeping me on a tight leash lest I lose my mind. That the Inquisitor practices blood magic. That I brought Corypheus' archdemon with me as I was spit back up from the Void. Take your pick, they're all equally ridiculous.

[ Spurred on by boredom and bred by fear of the Inquisition's power, as well as Kaia's mysterious hand. ]

At the very least, they seem frightened enough of me to resist trying to fondle any of my assets.

[ Unlike some. She gives him a wry smile. ]