Avery scoffs but says nothing. She's thick-skinned, sure, but boy does this cat have claws. Painted and pretty as they may be to hide their sharpness.

She sits still, for a while at least, watching the hustle and bustle of the healing tents, but eventually she starts to grow a bit restless. Working is basically all she's done since she got to Skyhold. Since long before that, really. So doing nothing doesn't sit with her well, and after a while she reaches for some of the bandages Gwenaëlle hasn't gotten to yet, to help with the rolling.