"As if you'd run. You're not the type." She shot a glance at him from over her shoulder. "Sad to say, I don't think it would endear you to her. You might be better off fighting the dragon alone than to come back here and face Aveline." Or Bethany, once she heard. Or Anders.

She suppressed the disappointment as much as she was able, dumping the second pot and stretching. Setting both by the door, she went to join him. "When do you need to be back?" It occurred to her that they'd been together all evening and she hadn't once thought to ask. She'd been too distracted to wonder before now. "I haven't kept you out too long, have I?"