Northstar Vale you are my friend

A congratulations, of some sort; the stricken recieved it with a humbled cant of her shorn brow all the same; the previous smile shying and softening into something more refined as the minutes ticked by, endless.  "I thank you,"  she wisped.  "It is my hope that your own may feel such pride, in time, truly."  And there was so little that made her heart tremor so! 

But she soon tucked such regards away, for she did not wish to keep them in the presence of another whose own still meant to occur. "Forgive me. I am Andraste,"  she then proferred to the dark druid; and the gracious gesture from before returned once again.  "I trust that your trek here was not too terrible, of course?"