A small shiver went down his spine- something Lucanis could likely feel- at the idea combined with fingers on his hand. It was nostalgic, for him. Homecoming. The idea of hunting, dressing, and making a meal together. Wardens ate what was rationed out by superiors. Very often a mystery gruel that he had never gotten an answer for. Meals hunted and cooked together was a Dalish thing- family.

He lifted the fingers tracing his own to press a kiss to the knuckles before lowering them back down.

"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep."