"Vivienne. Josephine. The Bull. Cole." Who knew by reaching into his mind and picking at old ghosts and wounds and saying things on the road like 'Hair red like blood on the cobblestones- is it the hair or the blood?' making him fight off old memories while they fight demons.

Fun times.

"The rest- they need to hope. The token attempts at reminding them I'm just an elf have not exactly gone well. This, I think, will only make it more difficult. So let them think me immune." One hand slips down to rest on Alistair's. For warmth.