Always an answer. ( just a murmur, not really intended to be audible, though she makes no particular effort to conceal it. the benefit of having an assassin at your side meant there was an ally with sharp wits and ready blades. less fortunate was the ready tongue that seemed to accompany it. she had half a mind to unleash Zevran on the noble houses of Orlais to simply watch the ensuing sport, if she didn't want to risk the Inquisition and Josie's sanity being reduced to smoldering rubble.

Even with all that, she is glad to see him in one piece. ) Not required, although arrangements could be made.

( This is the truly sinister side of Sister Nightingale: making a man endure nugs in his sleeping quarters. There is the barest hint of a smile, before she turns a critical gaze to the dragon. ) What say you - worth salvaging any scales for Harritt?