Mutter it over my grave, more like. Because she'd kill me if you were lost on my count.

[Or possibly Sorrel would simply die if Beleth went down. cheerful thought! But better, probably, than facing his mother.]

C'mon, you know you're doing well and no one can change that. We're Dalish, after all; struggle is what we're good at. You want to help me make honey-taffy for Sina, to cheer up? I'll let you eat the ugly end pieces.