Lamenting that he can't change color to suit his clothing is so close to something Dorian might say that it gets the faintest little smile out of Alley.

Maker, she misses her people. Even with everyone scattered across Thedas now, she'd at least had that amulet Dorian had made for her that let her talk to him from multiple countries away.

Alley glances back, noticing Bean and his prize.

"Where did you get that?"

Bean, for his part, lifts his head to show off the stick he's carrying, nubby tail wagging at full force. He gives a muffled bark, as though in reply.