Damning or not, the guards should know better. His silence says as much on the matter. He follows only a few steps into the room behind her to give her the space to feel it out and make sure she's comfortable to her satisfaction for what it is. He's aware a cell is a cell, whether charmingly decorated or barren and uncomfortable. There's only so much he can do.

"You're welcome." He watches her, something about the way she moves and holds her head almost familiar. The impression seems to come and go.

"You're not tempting fate. No catch, I assure you." And if all goes well, when they're able to release her, he'll be able to help her with some prospects for herself.

"I can't make any promises, depending upon what happens here, but...I'll do what I can to drop in from time to time. Someone will come along to see to a bath for you, and I believe Leliana mentioned something about clothing. I'm sure she knows how to arrange for such things."

He backs out of the room and lifts his fist to his chest with a slight bow. "Maker watch over you until next we meet." With the closing of the door comes the sound of a lock thrown. Nice room or not, it is very clear it is still a prison.