Call it the Fereldan reflex: Liranan licks his hand, and Alistair immediately turns his palm over to give the mabari a rub behind the ears. Maybe the nuances of that forgiveness have gotten lost in translation, but tail-wags and a lack of raised hackles go a long way.

"I'm fine." He's not. He's very much not. But a healing poultice isn't going to fix anything.