She chuckles, a low, wicked sound. "I don't think it settles. It's not as though it's getting digested the way food does." Fucked if she knows how it all works, actually. Just at the moment she doesn't care, except in an abstract, distant manner. "And I've been in bed for days. I want to make sure the rest of the world is still out there."

She stands up and walks over to her wardrobe. She's still in a sleeping shirt, and wants some proper clothes to wear. Something she can move in. She pays absolutely no attention to the fact that Varric is watching as she strips off.

Granted, they are a couple, for all that they haven't yet become lovers. But they both know that last step is just a matter of time.

Perhaps fortunately for the overall weirdness of the situation she doesn't suddenly have an urge to dress only in black or red and take up spooky makeup. She puts on the same sorts of clothes she would usually wear, then puts on her favorite set of armor. She rolls her shoulders experimentally as she buckles it all in place. "You wouldn't believe how light this feels now," she says confidingly. "I bet I could lift you with one hand."