"I don't know exactly how far in the future the navy is. But they ended up five years in the future." She'd heard a little about it from Hermione, before she'd left. It had all seemed insane to her, but the magic of this world sometimes worked in strange ways. "I think we've already changed the future that they saw, though. Kirkwall was under Tevinter rule, then. The Inquisition moved us here to avoid that."

She smiles a little as he scrubs her skin, enjoying being pampered, even as the conversation turns to serious things like time travel and the ever present if somewhat remote threat of Corypheus. Scooping up a handful of soapy foam she lifts it up to stick to Ben's hair, slowly smiling as the bubbles streak through his curls.