He didn’t like thinking about her question of who survived the caverns. Who did manage to fly to freedom, so to speak? How many did actually get assisted by the mages underground, dragged out into the open where no Templars looked on with hard, accusing gazes? And just how many fell to the Smugglers indifferent blade? To the enormous spiders that stalked where Smugglers did not? How many of the mages, his mages, were wrapped up in some disgusting beasts web, waiting to be its next meal? He shuddered at the thought and tried to banish it.
She was not like the other two. She had used a term he hadn’t heard before. A High Summoner. Just what in Andraste’s name was a High Summoner? Whatever it may be, it gave him a little more hope for her survival then the lowly title of apprentice.
Not knowing the destination of her hand he assumed she was going for his shoulder or even his slicked back, receding hair. He looked at the crate and placed his free hand on it. “Dark thoughts that I should put an end too before I give myself a heart-attack.”
Oh if only Sarah could read his thoughts! Unlike others, he kept things well sealed and hardly inquired much from her. He knew not much of her abilities nor if she would be able to survive this trek. But, seems that he trusted her enough to know that she might be able to accomplish this without any need of assistance. Her confidence and care-free attitude seemed to be enough to make him believe.
Her hand was going a bit higher than his shoulder, she graced his ear and smiled to herself. She had been wanting to do that since he defended her against the manhandling of the Templars. “Calm yourself, I don’t know how to stop a heart-attack,” Sarah said this in jest and stepped forward to place her hand on the crate as well. “Let’s go, cast aside your fears, for they can easily consume you - or so I hear,” The gentle smile did not leave her lips, though she was slightly worried what was beyond them.
She lowered her gaze and furrowed her brows together slightly in thought, but quickly pushed aside anything bothersome and tried to think of the outcome. She would be free. But, freedom came with a price, one she did not wish for the First Enchanter to pay.