Don't even think about it. [ She warns, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ] If you so much as look to a puddle of mud, I'll push you into it first!

[ Okay, he'd be hard to push, and she'd be easy to toss into it, but... well, she could outrun him, at the very least. ]

I can see why. [ As he's said, the fresh air helps, and it makes her think more of traveling across Ferelden and camping out in the open. Having been a resident in the mansion for as long as she has, any opportunity to find less stifling places to spend time are welcome. ] ... Did I tell you, the night I first arrived, I tried to camp out here? Out of habit, I think, and... it felt safer. Except, the Inquisitor found me and insisted I... not.

[ He and Dorian had let her stay in their room while her own got sorted. It had certainly been strange to find it the next day dressed to her preferences without her having done anything to it. ]

Still, I'd rather be out here. [ Robyn says firmly as they go. ] For the space, and... [ She glances over at him briefly, as if debating adding: ] ... It can be good to practice, in case there's to be fighting.