[ If he had broken free and run, she would have chased him. She hasn't tested it against "this" Alistair, but she's fast and would be spurred on by muddy fury. Fortunately, though, her dog manages his sacred duty and pummels Alistair's legs into submission, sending him into the muck, himself.

Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be done acting mischievously. Robyn yelps as he dives for her, scrambling to get away, but he gets a grip and he's stronger and she tries to fight him off, curling her fingers around his arm to try and pry it off of herself. ]

What in the name of Andraste are you doing? [ She demands, flailing, both trying to escape and free herself and soak him in mud all at the same time. ] That's the last time I confide in you with something serious!

[ No, she doesn't mean it, but this is all... still very confusing. ]

I share a personal story from my history and you use it against me! How will I ever trust you again?

[ Because that had been where she'd gotten the idea, hadn't it? She reflects on this in the midst of the chaos, nose wrinkled intently, and then-- screw it. Robyn tries to make good on her threat and begins her attempt to sink her teeth into his arm.

The mabari, meanwhile, lies down in the grass to watch. ]