"I know the feeling... I had very similar thoughts after my father's death... But you're right, we shouldn't dwell on it right now." As much as Kain is very much someone to dwell. It's not as if he means to do it, but it always ends up that way. He still can't imagine how hard it would be to lose someone when so far from home... that would make the agony worse in ways. Plus, it's more recent than his own loss. He can't blame her for still feeling it.

He raises an eyebrow. "That's a very fascinating way to dress, but then again... some might say that about Orlesian fashion as well." He never would have guessed it was normal clothes... rifters really were full of surprises. "Anyway... yes. I'm a Grey Warden, and proud to be one. I became one to follow in my father's footsteps... and I'm determined to represent them as best as I can." No matter what the Wardens have done recently, he won't turn his back on them because of a bad individual.

With a glance toward the bag with its dragon symbol, he looks a bit unsure. He wouldn't have even guessed it before, but a realization is sinking in. "What... then... are you saying that you're carrying, in that bag... is that...?" He trails off, finding it hard to ask it outright. "Forgive me, though. I don't mean to cause you any distress, even by my presence alone. I don't mind doing anything you'd prefer." He may not be much of a 'party' person, but he can still try for her sake, especially with a few drinks in him. She seems to need the distraction.