Loghain rather leans out of her way to grant her better access to his sparsely furnished bedchamber. "You've got everything you need? Blankets? Sword polish?"

He exhales and gestures obliquely. "There's a bed with a blanket on it," he replies. As for the rest... well. "I've got what's in my travel bag--suppose there's polish in there, somewhere." He glances at her askance. "Forgive me, I can't recall your name."