Miles has stopped calling everything a hallucination because it seems to offend them all so much, and honestly, after that talk with Solas, his head is still spinning a little. This is still disorienting as hell, only all the more so for the fact that it persists in feeling so real, and at this point, Miles is finding it easier to just play along. It's a little more pleasant that way, too. It's like being inside a goddamned holovid.

"Herald's Nest? Really?" Miles raises an eyebrow. "It hasn't occurred to them that it makes you sound a little...avian?"

Oh, hello there. Pretty lady in the armor catches his eye -- terrifying pretty lady, actually, pounding on some training dummies with impressive ferocity. Miles trails off, his feet still moving, but his gaze stays stuck on Cassandra.