Alistair's eyebrows go up at the way her face changes, and he glances to one side as if maybe, possibly, someone might be there who can tell him what it is he said to warrant that kind of reaction. And also save him, maybe, if he's about to be shouted at or smacked. But no one is there--and Bethany turns away anyway. So that's good.

"Ah," he says uncertainly. Finding him shouldn't be hard. As far as Alistair knows, no one is hiding any rescued Seekers behind any rocks. He's probably with the healers. Or with the other Seekers and Templars dealing with red lyrium problems. But, again, Alistair doesn't know. So: "Good luck."