Comfortable with loneliness. That comes from someone who has never been confined alone for a year. There is no comfort to be found for Anders in that, anymore, but he holds his tongue. It's something he's growing increasingly used to and more frustrated by, being quiet, but at the same time it's a decent break from arguing all the time. People are wrong. A lot of people are wrong. But he can't wake everyone up and trying to do so only frustrates him and Justice both.

"I've nearly been eaten as well. But not, thankfully, by a person. I would be very glad to never again come across a dragon." Or the creepy children of the Mother, or the truly massive spiders that lurk in the Deep Roads, or, really, a great many things. There was a price to be paid for freedom, but Maker, was it a headache sometimes.

"I've also found that the ones who claim to be the most sound often aren't. But to each their own." Honestly, his attention is far more on the cat who seems to be warming up to the Chevalier. Anders sorely wants to hold her, and he leans against the tree, looking upward.

"Do you need to hand her down so you can descend?" He hopes the answer is yes.