Briar blinked, almost dumbfounded by his ceaseless declarations of mutual adoration. Then the gentle, loving Warden Cousland of course does the only gesture of implicit affection that springs to mind when the waves of worry roll back - she bends one knee to fluidly swing the side of her foot into the back of Alistair's knee. Hard enough to put him on the ground.

"You'll still have too much to say long after whatever blood is left in you has been lost."

Already she had a roll of bandages in hand, unfurled with one hand as the other reached for a small dagger strapped to her boot. On bended knee she started to cut at the thick leather plates in his armor to get at his wounds.

"I'll shove the elfroot in your mouth myself if you don't tell me where you either cracked your head or suffered the worst damage."