"I know. It's terrible how I'm spoiling you," she lamented. "There's also the hike there, the camping, and trudging all the way back after you've been thoroughly thrashed around like a rag doll. On the brighter side, dragon scales will put some gold in your pocket and you'll have a fascinating tale. Recruits will watch you go by and will gaze in awe and wonder at the Knight-Captain. What demon could ever hope to challenge a man who's felled a dragon?"

That smile only piqued her curiosity. She didn't follow up with further questions. Instead, it relaxed her somewhat; if he had enough days to take as a vacation, she wouldn't feel like she was getting him in trouble for dragging him away. She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Melt you? Perish the thought. I would have to row myself back to Kirkwall only to be beheaded by Meredith. But if that is some great weakness, I'm glad I know of it now. I can put it to good use another time," she teased.

Honestly, she hadn't the slightest clue if they'd been successful or not. She glanced upwards at the sky, trying to gauge the time but to no avail. "I don't know. It would be a shame if we brought them up and had nothing." She frowned, glancing at the water as if it would give her an answer. "...We have to have gotten something. What do you think?"