[Lien has known the elf long enough from their time in the futuristic space vessel to know that a dour Fenris is a normal Fenris. Which means she takes his reply with good humor even if she has to return it with her own smartass quip.]

C'mon, can't you at least pretend you're happy to see me?

... But you're right about that last part. Honestly, I'm more surprised we remember each other but that's what we get with wormholes, isn't it?

[She takes another sip of wine from her cup although her line of sight is on Fenris barely hiding her amusement that he's drinking from the bottle. Of course, he would.]

Before we tumble down the usual dark hole of our banter, I do want to say thanks. Thank you for getting there in time I mean.

[Being shipped off to Tevinter may not be very fun for another world traveler like her...]