"Maker's breath, but you're awful," Alistair says around the time Beleth puts her bow down, from where he'd stopped to watch—obnoxiously sneaky in his old age, this one, but no less prone to crossed arms and cocked eyebrows. He uncrosses and uncocks to come forward, pick up the bow, and hold it back out to her. "We didn't drag you across the Waking Sea for you to die the first time the darkspawn break through the barricade."