An abrupt elbow into Myr's ribs — you're welcome —

"We got a dog now, welcome to proper Ferelden."

We, because like fuck is she letting him out of sights here. Surrounded by ghosts, an Orlesian, Anders, and their boss (she's not looking at Loghain, can't make herself look at Loghain); he's the safest, sanest option.

It's a swamp. You go by the buddy system, that way someone can at least point to the patch of mud you up and vanished into.