"For being in the right place at the right time..." she repeats, chuckling lightly. "Or, being in the right place to take care of all the deeds other need done." It had been Alistair who'd commented on how often they seemed to do menial tasks for others, and though she's usually thought of it as being helpful, as doing their duty as Wardens, it... does get a little tiring.

"She is at that," Robyn agrees. "A beautiful woman and skilled mage." One with a silver tongue, and a sharp one, if her bickering with Alistair is any indication. "I'll never understand why she decided to travel with us, but I think the change in scenery must have been nice, at least."

From swamp to... camp, mostly.

"It was months before. But, you know, she may still come back. That is the way of things, here."

People come and go, are remembered and forgotten. It's a stranger place than the Fade, certainly, which is saying something.