The elf's question catches him slightly off guard since he allowed his gaze to stray to the other elf behind her. That haggard cough worries him. The air here is a tad thin thanks to the elevated altitude. It wouldn't surprise Sauveterre if the other one is having trouble breathing because of that truth alone. Especially since neither if the elves seem native to this region. There's no settlements or villages this close to Skyhold that he knows about.

"Indeed, I am." The Templar speaks as he slowly takes off the helmet. He could imagine that he seems something akin to a beast with this thing on. The look of fright within the elves' eyes certainly cater to that thought well enough. Therefore, he removed it so they can at least see who it is that's conversing with them.

"Knight-Commander Alayre Sauveterre at your service. I was merely taking a moment to explore the region when I happened upon you." His grey gaze strays towards the sickly elf with a hint a worry.

"Come! If you mean to take her to Skyhold, then let her ride upon Durandal. She cannot make this journey by foot. We'll walk, she'll ride."