"How agreeable you are, Barrow," she says, all good cheer. The curve of her laugh is still in her mouth as she draws her hand back to herself.

"Now, you must swear that you'll tell me should you need anything while you're so laid up. If I can't do it myself, I have fast friends in the kitchens and on the docks and so on who owe me a favor or two. You may consider it a trade for if my hobbies in Kirkwall ever catch up to me and I find myself in need of your support. Do we have a deal?"