[ For a moment he's certain Anders will push as Alistair had on another matter. That he would snap, that they would fight, that he'd lose this comfortable understanding they shared. He's tense against Anders for that moment, waiting for the sign to sheathe his claws or to swipe.

The subject changes- not dropped, but changed- and he relaxes. Lists into Anders' side and lets his eyes drift half closed.

For now he does not need to think about it. And for that? He shall remain grateful. ]

When you have more than a camp to live in. As soon as we've building materials? The Kestrels and I are going to begin constructing a proper, heated house large enough for all of us. If we get a few runes we can even have heated baths and a private cistern for water.