[ She turns to look at the river, expression solemn. What Anders is struggling with...is beyond Kaisa's scope, beyond anything she'd ever dealt with before. She's not sure what to tell him. That he's not a danger? That Justice is just fine and dandy? After a few moments, she reaches over, resting a hand on his shoulder. ]

The Wardens have been around for, like, a thousand years or something. It takes more than one spirit with a taste for the dramatic to knock us down. And...we knew what was up when we accepted you back. We've got precautions in place. It's not like Justice is going to see me trip Alistair and burst out like 'Oh fuck no' and level the camp.

[ She gives that shoulder a squeeze. ]

It'll be okay. You'll be okay. You're overthinking it.