It's not the strangest thing she's ever seen, but it certainly surprises her enough to shock a soft laugh out of her. Diana is in slightly better shape than Varric, in so far as the bit of wood she's trapped on is a bit more solid and still, being the roof of some poor farmer's washed out cottage. Still a bit too weak to trust herself to the unstable currents of the flood and gods knew when she might try a bit of flying. Company might not be amiss tho.

So she calls out as the dwarf on the log floats toward her, cheerful almost despite herself: "Ho, friend! If you're not bound somewhere, would you like to share a roof with me?"