Alistair nods. Dry, "Definitely not suggesting I go into the field like -- " He taps his temple, illustratively. "I just...wondered. About their own training. I was the senior Warden. Technically still am, I guess. I'm just not sure..."

Get exiled by the Warden-Commander of Orlais because you object to blood magic, find out half your compatriots are in thrall to all sorts of terrible things, discover others of your compatriots killed the Divine, and it leaves a bit of a sour taste in your mouth.

(And yet. He's devoted ten years of his life in service to the Wardens. And the ones that are left, the ones that broke free -- he can still hear Hawke's words. A Warden must help them rebuild.)

"It's better I stay at Skyhold for now."