Greig stares. Ser. Well, that'll last about a minute. It's a sign he needs a haircut, more than anything, but he'll drink it in while it's there.
"Sorry, I'll just," He's backing out of the room on instinct, when he notices what she's actually doing, and then he's staring some more. All things considered it is — not the weirdest thing he's seen around here lately, but that doesn't mean it's supposed to be happening.
Is she trying to steal them? What's with the sheets tube?
"Do you need help with that?"
He is not here as a servant. He's here as a surgeon, which is to say, generally above this shit — Maker bless Skyhold and its bizarrely polite and frequently-injured shem.
But for all that, not so much has really changed, and he told everyone he was coming here. If she makes off with something, he knows exactly where the blame's going to fall.
b - hes an elf now i guess
"Sorry, I'll just," He's backing out of the room on instinct, when he notices what she's actually doing, and then he's staring some more. All things considered it is — not the weirdest thing he's seen around here lately, but that doesn't mean it's supposed to be happening.
Is she trying to steal them? What's with the sheets tube?
"Do you need help with that?"
He is not here as a servant. He's here as a surgeon, which is to say, generally above this shit — Maker bless Skyhold and its bizarrely polite and frequently-injured shem.
But for all that, not so much has really changed, and he told everyone he was coming here. If she makes off with something, he knows exactly where the blame's going to fall.
"An extra pair of hands. Miss."