About to ask if seeing her disappear defeats the purpose or if he's just misunderstanding the whole exercise she's already off. Half a mutter under his breath about standing around like a lemon but he follows, hoping he looks about as casual as a dwarf can look when the person they were with just ran off. Well he can lie if anyone asks. Dalish, thought she saw an heirloom of her people in all this, you know what they're like. Go get out your grandmother's spoons again, might work same as it did with those new surfaces. Why you lookin' at me like that, we all laughed! Something like that. Something to really sell it well.

All of it's different to how it goes with someone he's known for years, fought alongside for years; Melisende or Liadan he'd know by their breathing, their soft footfalls but he's good as blind until Ellana decides to end the spell but he's more able to deal with something physical than she is so that's what he prepares for. And when the man's gaze falls on him?

He rolls. Perfectly silent. (Didn't spend all that time down here so recently for the good of his health, some things you have to brush up on again where you come from.) Springs back up onto his feet and somehow that just makes their mark look even more disturbed but he's not wanting to look at either of them now.