Now that he thinks about it, the night was just a blur. Cade blinks at Yngvi for several awkward seconds, then looks down at his wounded leg. "...I don't know," he admits in a grumble, "it just... did." He flexes his leg a bit, then immediately regrets it. "...and Orlesians can wear all the dresses they want." He's a proud Marcher, Orlais can go drown in their own cordials.