[ It's incredibly strange, she thinks, to be be running away from the fighting instead of running towards it. A part of her wants to try and scramble out of Rowan's arms again, but her body is protesting each and every movement she makes and her body practically lurches a little before she gives up. No, it doesn't seem like a good idea, despite every part of Lavellan's mind screaming at her to drop and chase after Zevran and Riona.

Wrinkling her nose, she presses her face into Rowan's shoulder, a little awkwardly but mostly successful. Breathing out, she tilts her head up to speak. ]

It wouldn't be the first time that people have scolded be for my actions. I don't imagine it will be the last, either.

[ Still, she turns her head back, arms lifting to wrap around Rowan's shoulders, before she peeks around to see what advice she can offer or give. ]

They brought me from the south. There's a crashed fleet ship near there that I was helping to defend.