I think you can be serious when you want to. [ She doesn't remind him how serious things were when they first met... in Wonderland, that is. ] And even if you couldn't, you've got other things the Wardens need in their leaders. Bravery, loyalty. [ Robyn nudges him a little again, adding: ] Humor.

[ He can't deny that he makes people laugh, at the very least. There are a dozen other good qualities she'd be happy to label him as if he gave her the chance, but for now she just listens, head tilted slightly to the side, considering. ]

Well, the Inquisitor is... light-hearted, it's true, and I think King Alistair might--

[ But she's cut off with a yelp from her own mouth as he moves swiftly, starling her our of sheer reaction, and then throws her over his shoulder. At first, she's so shell-shocked by the suddenness and the absurdity that she's very still, but it isn't long before the Warden regains her wits and struggles tooth and nail against her captor, small frame not exactly well-leveraged against his much larger (and taller) form. ]

Alistair, what're you-- put me down! [ Robyn shrieks, trying to sound more demanding than amused, unsure of how to fend him off without actually hurting him. If it were an enemy, it'd be easier, but it isn't as if she wants to go and stab the man to escape from his nefarious clutches. ]

I was just-- [ Oof. ] --trying to sing your praises, and you're-- What are you doing with me?

[ Unfortunately, with everything that's happened, she's long since forgotten about her having told him about the mud... ]