Cade was not comfortable around Qunari. Not Vashoth, not Qunari with the capital Q, they all frightened him and stressed him out and if he could have one wish granted of Skyhold, they would just not be here at all. Although... the same would go for the apostates, most of the Dalish, in fact a lot of the other Templars, and the less amicable city elves. The dwarves could stay, except Varric. ... and then Cade could just sit by himself on the battlements and have quiet and not be afraid of anything for a while.

But instead he was. And he was eating alone, up atop one of the broken battlements, sitting on the ground and peering through a missing chunk of stone to watch the keep's hustle and bustle below. He was enjoying the safety of seeing without being seen, at least until heavy footsteps startled him out of his reverie. And there was a Qunari. The biggest damn one he'd ever seen, and the one he knew to have a reputation for violence, who paraded around shirtless like some kind of beast.
Having the Iron Bull abruptly in his periphery meant a sudden lurch of panic in Cade's mind, and he leapt to his feet with a start, immediately going on the defensive despite having no legitimate reason to do so. Cade was easily convinced he was about to die, even if the other party was literally just walking by.