We held our own, aye. Not that it's doing us much good at the moment. But we rescued some more rifters--there's a pair of massive elves the size of qunari. [That, if anything, ought at least to distract Myr, if Simon knows his friend well.

He concedes the point about the idyllic setting and the weather with a smirk, even if it can't be seen.] Smartarse. Don't be jealous.

Anyway, I've nothing serious against Wardens. They just think so highly of themselves that they're not much fun. I'm sure I could find one who'd be a decent partner, in a pinch.

But it wouldn't be the same, no. I might have to put some real effort in. [It's meant solely in a fraternal sort of ribbing spirit, gentle trash-talking between friends, but he realizes only after the fact that it might strike too close to home with Myr, and he doesn't know how to rectify it without making it worse.]

--so...you'd best keep up the practice.