Cole would never begrudge Mado his anxiety. He understands. He knows it's hard.

He also doesn't begrudge the light conversation. That's just what Mado needs right now. It's alien to him, but he tries to keep with it anyway, stretching out one leg in front of him so his posture is just a little less closed.

"...I don't know. I liked Skyhold," he muses. "When I was there. Lots of people to help, and who wanted to help. I hope here will be the same." A beat. "What...kinds of music do you do? Play?"