He doesn't envy her paperwork. Even if they are, in technicality, the same rank, she is a head of the Inquisition, and he is not. He'll take some grim, private pleasure in not being inundated with it all. So he'll by pass it. She knows what's at stake; it isn't his place to keep reminding her as if she wasn't there when the Inquisition was formed, as if she wasn't there when the Herald proved to be the Herald.

"You are not the only one determined to work despite seeing spirits." So there. "The spirits can be...distracting, but not enough to keep me from lending a hand." Not even the heavy presence of Despair can hold him back, though it tries in dark moments. To have Hope so nearby helps. And that's just his own spirits to be distracted by, much less all the others, the glimpses and pauses and whispers of conversation.

"The illness will have to make me drop entirely before I back down. Hopefully it will not come to that point." It's been close, but he hasn't gone down yet.