That shem lord, Arl Eamon, has the air of someone used to having all his orders obeyed. He even has Alistair wrapped around his finger. Kallian is not sure she absolutely likes him, but Eamon does command a large army of Fereldan knights, and he's the only human lord who offers the Wardens succor.
Beggars can't be choosers, Kallian decides. She'll have to think about Eamon's ulterior motives some other time; Loghain and the Blight are more pressing matters.
Kallian yawns and stretches in an extravagant chair in an extravagant room in a shem castle she is still amazed she is under no obligation to clean. With a smile, she realizes the time: she is due for a treat, a well-deserved bath. Preferably, in a hot tub, with aromatic salts that would make an Orlesian noble squeal with delight.
She finds that Zevran has arranged it. Good, very good. Even the clothes they would wear afterwards, though she doubts they'll need those. But Zevran must wait a little longer; she forgot to take the aromatic salts she bought in Denerim in her room.
So Kallian walks back to her room, not really in a hurry, and with a silly smile plastered to her face as she daydreams about Zevran's little treats.
Her smile is wiped from her face as she sees Sten waiting for her by the door to her room. She realizes that she must put on her boss-face for this guy if he is to respect her. Even if she is, for the moment, off-duty.
"Hey, big guy," she says, daring to use her old nickname for him again. Also, it is her way of asserting her dominance over him: she can call him whatever she wanted to.
"It has come to my attention that there is something I must ask of you," he says. Weirdly and serenely, as always.
Kallian is generous, but her mind is elsewhere. Why of all times did this giant choose to talk to her?
"Can it wait?" she asks. "Just for about an hour. Maybe two, but I promise you, if you need something really important, we'll get it done."
And then Kallian remembers. She managed to procure Sten's sword, with a combination of her charm, tracking techniques and a little intimidation of crooked merchants. The sword was in her room. She wonders why she keeps forgetting to give it to him; she's had it since coming to Redcliffe two days ago.