[He'd hoped, in the back of his mind, that someone else would have told Myr by now, though he doesn't know who would have when it's all so recent. He's sure the division heads know by now, or at least the ones who aren't already here, but now it falls to him to explain the details to someone who already sounds (sweetly, admirably) concerned, and Simon doesn't want to make it worse.]

Well...everyone with the Inquisition is, yes. [He sends up another silent prayer for the soul of that poor sailor, hauled off to a watery grave before anyone even realized what was happening.] But the water's not safe to traverse, and I don't know when it will be. There's...things in it that aren't too fond of us, as it turns out. [He thinks he can leave out the bit about the red lyrium. Myr doesn't need to know that part. Right?]

We're safe on the beach, never fret. We've got shelters set up and there's food and all of that. I just thought you should probably know what was happening, is all.

And there's nobody worth sparring with here, so it's a damned shame.