He is not the only one who feels as if their readiness has been knocked off-balance. She scrambles to prioritize the names that he gives her, uncertain of exactly where to start until --

"Carver?" The name sounds almost foreign on her lips, for how often she's avoided saying it in the last few years, and she knows that her tone comes off as disbelieving as she feels about it. She shakes her head, countering her previous step forward with two back.

"That's impossible." And yet ... what else about this place was more possible than her dead brother somehow being here? That of all people in Thedas, Anders, a mage she'd seen executed right in front of her eyes, was here as well?

"Impossible," she repeats again, with less protest. She feels unsteady, moving her eyes off Fenris so that she can look for a nearby place to sit down.