Letting her hands go slack she curls up against him as he pulls her close, leaning her head against his chest and closing her eyes. She can almost feel a measure of peace as she hears his heartbeat where she's leaned her head, steady and strong in his chest.

"Most of them," she responds after a moment, one hand sliding to rest on his bicep, a small gesture to keep her grip on him. "Josephine is gone, as is the Lavellan woman you mentioned. Back to Thedas, I hope."