"Of course," Scipio agrees, and turns their path down a narrow street, running close between two buildings. His compliance should be a little suspect, maybe. If he leads them on a meandering path, perhaps she'll grow too frustrated and tell him to fend for himself. Perhaps she'll leave the books to him. It might be good, of course, to get her witness so he can prove his fear to Rafa, but it might be better if he never has to go at all.

"There have been so many new arrivals, yes?" Making conversation is something he's good at. "It was not very so long ago that I was myself newly arrived, and now I am," but as he looks over at her he finally gets it: the color of her clothing, its significance. "Ah, wait! You are a Grey Warden, yes? Me too!"