"I pick and choose my battles for him. At least here. But it always feels sort of like a small betrayal." Atticus was a faithful companion and he was hers. To deny him battle if he wanted to fight was just wrong. She truly was a Fereldan at heart, more concerned for her mabari than for her own safety. She had armor and blades, tactics to getting out of fights quickly. The dog did not and he'd stand between her and an enemy without hesitation.

The question, though unsurprising, was one she needed to think on. She sat back, considering, before she finally spoke. "I think it would be useful to our goals, for starters. But yes, I'd like for you to do that. Information is invaluable. Two people gathering it in different manners are bound to be able to see a more clear picture than just one of us." And then they could make more reliable decisions.

"I also meant what I said. I want you to be a check and balance for me. As much as people might like the way I operate, I know my methods can be improved. Besides that, you can tell me when someone's advice could - and should - be disregarded because of their bias or their hotheadedness, for instance."