If her eyes could have been everywhere, they would have been for all of the watching she was doing. She didn't coddle Cullen or make a scene out of slowing down for him; she walked briskly, always a few steps ahead specifically to be certain she could catch any signs of resistance first. She was going to need to speak to Varric again about the gangs milling around the docks. Hopefully he could look into bribing someone off for keeping the place a little safer. That, or he could probably mutter some word and get someone's throat cut because she ran into trouble.

"You won't be the only one," she said, grabbing the basket. She turned her head back towards him when she heard that sharp intake of breath, brow furrowed. "Trust us to find trouble in the one place that couldn't be further from help," she murmured, coming to his side and glancing down at his wound once more. Sheathing her dagger with one hand, she then set about fumbling in the small pack she brought for anything she could have to help him.

"I'm sorry, I left everything at home tonight. I didn't think we'd be needing anything like a potion." Sometimes, she dearly wished she hadn't come to rely on Anders so much for his healing. It had made her complacent.