Distrust warred with hope on Nari's face at the man's confirmation that he belonged to the organization they sought, and moved a few more degrees toward hope when he removed his helmet--a show of trust. If he meant them ill, surely he wouldn't grant himself that disadvantage. Sina's muffled coughing decided her.

"Yes. Please. Thank you."

She turned quickly to gather the equipment they'd been carrying, and reached out a hand towards Sina to aid her up.

"Is it far, Skyhold? We've been walking for days, and the cough is getting worse. It..." she paused for a moment. How much to say? Perhaps he knows of the shards. They cannot be something to hurt Sina over, I heard the Herald bore such a thing in her hand, and she was well-loved. Would you hide a gut wound? From an enemy, perhaps, but... For all that the Knight-Commander was a Templar, he didn't seem like the others that they'd seen fighting, or the stories that the Keeper had told as warning. Plus, if he was of the Inquisition, they would be allies in the coming days, and mistrust among allies was a chink in armor; all too easily exploited.

"We don't bring sickness to your camp. She took a shard in her chest, from the Rifts after the Herald died, and it's doing this to her. It's said on the road that the Inquisition can help."

When she stopped speaking, she looked almost defiant, as if daring the man to take back his offer of aid.