"The public. You mean the people who were fine ignoring that we were dying and worse because at least we were doing it far away from them?" Anders snorts. "And we're not moving along."

There are a few ways this could go. He could press, and if he presses, it likely won't go well. There's the option of ignoring it, but he can't take that. Which leaves trying to make a joke as he pries.

"Do you mean to tell me in the time I've been gone from the Wardens you've become loose? Imagine what Oghren would say." Spirits, he misses the foul Dwarf sometimes. He misses them all sometimes, but there's never a good time to contact people you once knew when you'd left them behind. "I might even be jealous."