"Korrin and The Iron Bull?" One other she can't quite name but- she's seen them fight. It's terrifying. Anything that took not only them but one other to put down...perhaps she shouldn't have asked. Trying to sort out how much danger Detlef and the others had been in will only wind the tension in her shoulders tighter than it already is from everything back at Skyhold. Here she is trying to worry less but-

She reaches out anyway and curls her hand around his. The usual hesitance about contact is decidedly absent. It is no timid, light touch, no brief thing. She curls her fingers around his hand and squeezes, more as a reminder to herself that he's made it back safely.

"I am certain Korrin truly only meant to trap it. She's one of the most pragmatic mages I have met. The Bull is..." Finding words for him is difficult at best. "A force of nature."