"Didn't you know? It's the only way they can tell each other apart, obviously. You wouldn't know if someone was from a blood cult unless they had the paint for it. Even they have trouble knowing who's who." She shrugged absently and the mirth remained in her gaze. "The Qunari simply don't care if someone knows who they are. They don't cower to anyone."

Her expression sobered as she listened, nodding. "You did. I didn't realize you still had them." She shouldn't have been surprised. How often did she dream about losing Carver or her mother? Those sorts of things never went away. Not really. "I'm sorry."

She took the bottle gratefully, uncorking it. "Don't fall, if you do. I don't think I'd be able to catch you if I tried." She took a healthy drink from the bottle, the burn welcome.