Once he's sure she's fine, he drops his hand from her back. "It is quite a view, isn't it?" He takes a step back, and folds his arms in front of his chest, planting his feet and looking out over the terrain. Beautiful. There is a reason this place calms him, and it has a lot to do with the fact that from here he can see, in one go, a perfect representation of why he keeps on running himself ragged for this. These people, those who can not defend themselves, and those who yearn for the comfort of structure. The Inquisition is worthwhile because of the people who need it.

"I've seen you." He doesn't know her, but he's seen her. Her face is familiar in his mind, but has no name attached. He leaves the introduction for her to make, if she so chooses, or vague enough to ignore. He has not picked up much from watching Josephine, but being vague for the comfort of others is something he thinks he just might have the hang of.