Myr's eyebrows creep toward his hairline, the closest he can get to widening his absent eyes in alarm, as Kit suggests there might in fact be bears. "Who is this madwoman?" he asks, in a very good approximation of a frightened whisper. "And why hasn't she taken over Thedas with her army of conjured bears?" It's what HE would do, if he could create bears out of thin air(s).

Then he's got to break character and laugh, to show he's gotten the joke. "Myr, of Hasmal Circle. Pleasure to meet you, Kit. What brought you out to the miracle forest?"