Well then. Balls to him and what he thinks. [ He actually turns to spit on the ground, as you do. It's cheerfully done up til she rattles right on through something he's got on his back more and more often as the days wind on by.

Well. Shit.

He scrubs a little at the back of his head, smirk shifting into a grimace. ]

I know the feel'n- probably better than most what walk about Skyhold. I was in the army, y'know. During the Blight. Fought at Ostagar. At Denerim.

[ He doesn't talk about it much. As in. At all. Ever. Save with Asher and Korrin- they knew, they drank with him on the days of as the years wind through. ]

And hav'n lived through that- I can say you done all you could at Weisshaupt and got no reason t'feel poorly.