He didn't tense at the crunching of bones underfoot, but he did shift his gaze from the sad heap of bones to Wren, watching her carefully. He knew enough about Templars to at least be a little wary in their presence. And to be on whatever could be considered his best behaviour.

Her remark didn't seem too callous to him, but then the Medicine Seller's threshold for such things wasn't exactly what one would call normal.

"They have waited a long time already," he said, sitting back on his haunches.

"And removing the Red Lyrium seems to have taken care of whatever lingered here."