Shyla made for poor conversation, Fenris learned this through a dreadfully long two weeks of travel with the woman. Despite her noble title, she was stoic, someone of few words, which, when Fenris wasn’t trying to pry information from her, often left him alone to his thoughts.
While she refused to tell him why Sebastian had sent for him, much less why he ordered an attack in the Cathedral, Fenris noticed that she never tried to bind him, not that she could. When he would steer his horse behind the rocks, or move his bedroll behind the trees, she never once moved as to keep an eye on him or make sure he didn’t flee. He wasn’t being treated as a prisoner, which was the only indication of the prince’s intentions being peaceful.
As he watched the Free Marches countryside pass, he could practically hear Varric’s voice. Oh, if the dwarf were here, there would be no silence. Complaints, yes, but certainly no silence. If he wasn’t complaining about his horse