[His expression falls as he looks past Carver. Alone. She's alone out there, then, and she's always been one to want company. Or maybe somehow Varric has found her and she's not alone, but surely there would have been letters from Varric in that case.]
Well, [he says, at a distinct lack of anything else to say and just trying to find something to fit the silence.] She has a way of... things.
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Well, [he says, at a distinct lack of anything else to say and just trying to find something to fit the silence.] She has a way of... things.
[Nailed it.]