"More or less." More honest than he'd like but- any twist of humor he could manage is slow in coming. The worst of the fog is gone but there remains a shaken uncertainty about him. Is he here? where is here? What had they done to him, is this another trick, another ploy-

But not even the Crows could know how he'd come to trust the Iron Bull. He was everything they were meant to fear. Powerful and canny. Fingers stumbling a little over the laces of his pack he tries, for the third time, to knot them. "Does it become easier?"

The eye. If Anders has not been able to mend it by now...