"Fair enough," She says easily, not insulted by the polite refusal. Conscripting someone isn't always easy, and with the mess that's gathered around them already, she can understand if he wants to refuse making things even more tangled up. "But the offer is there, if anyone wants it." Personally, she thinks that they probably have the same lifespan, her and the Crows, but she has the sense of awareness not to say as much--Or at least, the sense of awareness to not jabber on about everything that occurs to her to say.

She pauses, and rubs the shaved side of her head a moment, before trying to decide how to word this. It's not like she really knows what happened, just a few idle rumors, what she knows of the Crows, and Zevran's face to piece together that puzzle. But, well. He got taken by the Crows. They probably didn't give him the spa treatment.

"This little shit is Puppy." At the sound of his name, he rolls up to stand, tail wagging. "His mom was an Antivan mastiff, actually, if I recall. Very purebred, super fancy. He's just a mutt, though. But he's good at sensing when a person is having nightmares, and he wakes them up before it gets to bad. And he's the best guard dog you'll find. Good at sensing who's a danger and who's not. Keeps an eye open the entire night." She paused, reaching down to affectionately rub the dog's head, before she turns to Zevran, once again feeling sheepish. It's a strange offer, she's sure.

"...I wanted to let you borrow him. He'll help you out, just like he helps me."