"If you're worried about offending my sensibilities, don't be." She laughed with him. "The stir stick. That's a new one. Think I could use that as an excuse the next time something happens?"

Hawke waved him off. This trip was more about the blind leading the blind, the two of them doing this, made worse that they were trying to be secretive. "I'm not going to blame you. If that's when it's best, then that's simply how it is. Besides, it'd be easier for us to be out at night and at dawn then it would be to catch crabs in the sun." Even walking the Wounded Coast on a day with cloud cover usually meant overheating by the time they'd reached their destination. By that point, even the caves with their spiders were a welcome reprieve for a short time.

She made herself comfortable, finding a place to half-sit, half-lean while he rowed. It gave her a good view of where they were going without diverting her attention completely from him. The slow rock of the boat was calming, more so than she expected it to be.

"Oh, it was mostly uneventful. The usual." At least they weren't fighting Qunari. That was what mattered. "What of you? Anything interesting going on in the Gallows?"