As a general rule, the Dalish stay away from cities. They might brave towns in areas that are more neutral towards their presence, and he's heard tales of Dalish in Rivaini territory being downright welcomed amongst others but he'd never seen such things. And his clan, small as it was, tended to be even more cautious. He'd never been close enough to so much as see a city in the distance, so this was admittedly all new, and overwhelming.

He'd somewhat opened up, at least as much as it seemed he ever did while in the woods, but here inside the walls, he'd gone mute once again. Sticking close to Zevlor, all but hiding in his shadow as he regarded their surroundings with wide, uncertain eyes. The sight of elves, bare-faced or no, mingling with the rest of the population without any trouble helped ease some of his nerves, but it didn't stop him from sticking to his companion like glue, or how he carefully avoided looking too long at guards, or anyone that looked like a person of importance.

It did mean he was a bit relieved once they were in the calmer, quieter quarters, enough so that he moved from the tiefling's shadow enough to peer around, glancing back at Zevlor with a small nod.

"A... chaise is fine." Given how small he was, it wasn't like he needed much space to stretch out as it was.