Scared shitless. Beyond that? Think they'll be alright.

[ One hand lifts to rub at his shoulder before rolling it slowly, working the joints out. A heavy sigh shifts his entire frame before he glances at Anders with a faint smirk. ]

What about you? You gonna need some lyrium before we pick up again, or just a few hours sleep?

[ He looks exhausted. But for some odd reason that seems to fit him. He's known guys like that before, lingering forever in this odd state of constant tension.

Reminds him of Cullen, actually. But he thinks the better of mentioning that. ]