[ Definitely new, she thinks; she'd been just as tripped up as he seems to be when she'd first arrived. He seems harmless enough and the accent is clearly Ferelden, which gives more warmth to her smile; he's the first she's encountered since being in Wonderland and it's an enormous comfort, even if he is a stranger. ]

Not sure where you're going, or where you are? I can only help with the latter, unfortunately.

[ The dog barks in Maric's recognition, standing a little taller, wagging his short tail. ]

Oh - This is Oren. [ Upon which the mabari sticks his nose out, tentatively sniffing the air, politely protective of his master. ] And thank you. I haven't had him long; my own Calen didn't arrive with me. In Wonderland, I mean, which is where we both are.