"Then I take comfort in the knowledge that Alistair is less like King Maric than people have given him credit." To have two hotheads out on the field would just be insanity at this point. She had enough to worry over. "We can keep our eyes out and go to them if we see them. Alistair can hold his own for at least that long." Cailan, without Warden stamina and strength, might not.

She may not have wanted it, but she would receive it. Not now. Elissa was not religious enough to send a prayer to the Maker for Fiona's safety, but she did send her thoughts to the mage in the hopes that she would return whole...or go back to Thedas without injury. She squeezed the pommel of her family's blade to seal the deal. "I know. Let's get started." And then she was moving with him, eyes everywhere, and it didn't take long for them to encounter the next group of trouble. At least the space wasn't so enclosed as an alley would create; they could fight with ease in the square.