Anders gave her fox some odd looks, and her fox could run rings around a mabari in the intelligence stakes. But he's home, the sort of home that she raised from a baby that could sleep in the palm of one hand, he isn't suited for this sort of work. Let him enjoy pretty girls in Skyhold spoiling him rotten.

"Is this how it feels in Thedas? Dancing on the head of a pin with everyone screaming and howling on all sides?" Malcolm doesn't know her well enough to know how rare it is that she sounds tired and defeated, but she looks young. Bravado and putting a brave face on only last so long when you keep considering every outcome. "Even if we tried to spin it? Given that one is Vashoth, one is Dalish and one is Anders, a man whose history I'm well aware of now? We will approach with caution. With the supplies Madame LeBlanc has sent from the Council, and a reiteration that sanctuary has been extended."

It will have to do, she thinks, not liking that she can feel the bitter twist of her lips. "I am sure there is some Chantry verse that I've forgotten that applies to this, you must forgive me Seeker."