[It's not nice, exactly, to hear her fears. But to be reminded of the fact that everyone is afraid, especially Wardens, helps. He is a threat in their midst, but he's one of dozens facing them. They could all be trampled by rabid bears long before Justice does anything to anyone.]

I keep a small boot knife.

[His voice is quiet as he looks down into the water, just audible over the sound of the current.]

We... When one of our number joined, Sigrun, she was being dragged by them. We saved her, but since then I've kept one. If they ever have you, if you ever need it, it's yours. It's in my left boot at all times.

[It's not really big enough for self-defense, but it's enough to open veins, to make sure that she didn't suffer that fate. Men have it a great deal easier there. Then again, Anders still has a feeling that the architect was once a Grey Warden, that all of the talking Darkspawn they came across were. It's not a thought he relishes.]

I can't protect many from much. I can't even be certain to protect anyone from me. But at least I can offer you that.