Off to Denerim - Side Stepping

Calliara followed him quietly, holding his hand and still amazed with the new knowledge. A Changeling. Kai and Kyon's mother, Creators keep her soul, would be excited with the idea and surely she would have composed a song about it.

Thinking about the matter, the Dalish slowly smiled and squeezed Drake's hand without thinking about it. Something in the fact that he wasn't human was of her liking. Duncan was human and she loved him endlessly. This way it doesn't seem 'wrong' to love again. She knew Drake and her had lots of things to talk about, alone, but for now, she was merely satisfied with being in his team, and knowing for sure he trusted her.

Garoll nodded. So it was indeed Rainard who was watching over him. "Join your team? Sure...why not. It'll be sort of like old times, but without you know...Darkspawn and pitch blackness and piss-poor ale." He chortled a bit, still he still seemed upset about the loss of his group, feeling like he shouldn't have fallen down that chasm and maybe they would have lived through it. As a Legionnaire though, he remained stoic about it and stared off into the early morning light. "We're wastin' daylight sittin' around here. Come on you two. Plenty of time ter snog when we make camp again, or reach wherever we're goin'." He chuckled and waited for them, when they started moving he walked along side the two, but slightly back.