"Can't wait for her to try it in the alienage, they'll cut her into bits. Feed her to things. Old things. With teeth. Rows of 'em." Both hands attempt to fashion a lamprey mouth in front of his mouth, with what he would assume a lamprey makes, swears blind he spoke to one once, taught him and Gunnar great lamprey wisdoms about survival and clinging tight to a few things. Of course some of them might get all weepy around a Dalish but he knows as many that won't, who'll either have harsh words or nothing at all.

Nearly toppling, his head is more to one side but it's back. Directions are there, those are things Yngvi knows in his bones and knows when he should go with them because it's easier and less likely to result in a bad thing: don't raise your kids Carta, it does bad things. "Never seen someone with hair like yours, s'shiny."

Compliments aside, Yngvi sighs, stares straight up with eyes that have no right to look so clear when he's this drunk because honestly, he won't fight her on that one. "Everyone's bigger'n me this minute. Always. Always always. Just forgot maybe. You feel real big on a mountain or with proper big folk y'know?"