Alistair—humbled, at this point, by the fact it hasn't been something Anders can just wiggle his fingers at or someone else can slap a poultice on—doesn't grumble about the blanket and only grimaces a little, a reaction more about loathing his own uselessness than resenting the help, when Teren adds a pillow.

Somewhere in all of this he also grins at Kaisa's joke, a little uncertainly; glances at Benevenuta but doesn't stare for long because she is creeping him out; and, from down on the floor, makes a high-eyebrowed face at Bethany that best translates into wow what a day.

"I think," he says to Teren, in a voice that is struggling to find the energy to be sassy, "we'll all be assuming that no one knows anything about anything, where you're concerned, until we're told otherwise."

But her mother is adorable, in an old person way. Alistair tries not to stare too much or to look too obviously like he's pondering whether she'd take applications for grandchild—which is easy, since he mainly looks like he's going to fall asleep any moment now.