Benedict trails after him, his expression neutral apart from his constantly flitting gaze, always prepared for this to be a trick, or for someone to burst out of the bushes to drag him off somewhere again.

When that obviously doesn't happen, he's easily enough put to work. However, he's sluggish and weak, having to stop frequently for breath and aching muscles; apart from the recent jaunt to Tevinter, it's been seven months since he even took a walk; any strength he may have gained from his work with Riftwatch has thoroughly left him after sitting around for so long. At the moment, he can barely lift a shovel.