"That's fine." Low.

It's a clear directive he can follow. Better than floundering for some idea of what might come next.

He moves slowly, trying not to lean any more weight on her than necessary. After a moment, he thinks to add, no much louder: "I'm sorry. I didn't..."

If she turns out to be a demon after all, Alistair's going to feel like a fool for apologizing to her. Right now, though, he's too exhausted to care.