Vandelin has very little experience with dogs. He's never set foot in Ferelden, or anywhere else with a culture that venerates them, and he's certainly never seen one in a library before. He meets Garahel's gaze, nonplussed, and furrows his brow as he watches the mabari leave.

He has assumed there must be an owner somewhere nearby, but she's only raised more questions. "No, no, I'm fine, thank you. I'm sorry, the...dog is worried about me?" He glances back down at Garahel. "Not to be ungrateful for the concern, of course, but...how exactly did he inform you of this?"