She gives him time, finds an empty crate to start moving over enough potatoes to take up for dinner before sealing up the lid on the box again to keep any of the damp out - the ship has at least one cat somewhere with eyes glittering in the dark for catching rats so that's less of a worry in her mind than them getting wet and rotting into nothing before they get where they're going. So he really isn't part of the Order now, the little bits of gossip really were true and her face falls. To be part of a thing then to be without it...she felt that way in Thedas at first, rudderless, attempting to chart a course with her gut and never knowing what she was steering into each time.

"It seems a very high price to pay for the rest of your life. We make decisions when we're young," she rolls up a sleeve in the dark, black ink standing out on her forearm with the thin scar and bump down by her wrist where she clipped herself falling off a roof and broke it badly. "And then we live with them for the rest of our lives. But we still have the rest of our lives. To decide what we do. Right now, Corypheus has a lot of mages of his own. So we need people who know how to fight them to teach us who don't how to do it better, in the sparring ring or with instructions, things mages do, things we can do. Things someone who made a choice as a younger man knows that a lot of us don't."

(Would it have helped, knowing how to fight mages better when a group of them went to seal rifts at Craintellier? Maybe not but it might help the next group never have to live through that.)