Cole appears like usual, with no warning and no clear sense of how long he's actually been there. But he has a feral looking cat in his arms. It's missing an eye and an ear, long since healed over, and it as much scar as fur, but Cole still carries it like the most precious thing in the world, fingers gently stroking the breastbone.

"A dog bit his leg. Faith is strong, but cold, not arrogant but I can't tell the difference when it's in people. He went away, and only their words are left in him and their words are ugly and hard. That chair hurts, can we burn it?"

Kirkwall might be getting to him a bit.