The journey from Ansburg to Kirkwall is one with which Simon is intimately familiar. He'd taken his time about it, traveling as slowly as his limited lyrium supplies would allow just to appreciate the freedom, but he's all too well aware that there are places where it can get treacherous--probably quite a bit more so for a tiny elven girl on her own.

He can't help but feel for her, even as she launches into a litany of swearing that they can probably hear back at the Inquisition camp. (It would be rude to laugh. He's not going to laugh. He'd hate for her to think he was laughing at her.)

"Let me get him," he offers, striding over in full templar armor. "If he won't come, we might have some carrots back at camp to lure him with."