The mention of Jonas makes Alistair's nose wrinkle, an involuntary reflex, but he doesn't say anything. His face smooths out for Hawke, who they should find, and then brightens a bit at the proximity of his name and the word right. That doesn't happen terribly often.

But then back to Jonas. Ugh.

"If he hasn't shown up already, I'm sure there's a reason," Alistair says. Whatever he thinks of Cousland, he cares about Ferelden. And it isn't like him to vanish during an international crisis instead of sticking his fingers into everything. He's busy or he's dead. Alistair refuses to care which. He shifts, and drinks, and says, "Someone should talk to the Inquisition before we get to ahead of ourselves, anyway. We may have worn out our welcome."