[By normal standards, he could agree with her. The life expectancy of Wardens is a different matter. The way his dreams were twisted and haunted by the voice of the Archdemon, he doesn't believe he has that much time before the Corruption advances. The thought gives him pause. With no ability to answer the Calling here, what is he to do? His gaze goes distant and rests on his fingers curled on the table. He snaps himself out of it and shoots her a brief smile.]

That sounds good. It's chilly here. Not as bad as it can get in Ferelden but enough. [No matter how much time he has spent there, he never has fully adapted to the cold. He wonders if it's his Rivaini blood.

He watches her settle across from him. They might as well get to the meat of things. Nothing will be served with delays.]

Let us start with what you mentioned outside. Complications involving Cailan and Alistair. What's happening?