[ He wears about as much as she does, and the weight of it isn't lost on her. She's glad he saw her reason. ]

Of course. Nothing like trying to pick it up in the dead of summer without gloves.

[ There's a story there, surely. Still she retreats to place it in her home alongside hers, where she thought perhaps constructing a rack for it to dry on would be a good idea. ]

Wherever you wish. I was focusing on the dry brush. In this heat, it's best to lest it start a fire.

After, when it's cooler, rocks and shale. Logs, perhaps as well.

[ There's a thought. She had someone to help her now with that lifting as well. Thank the Maker. Another thought occurs to her, that she should fill her canteen. Now especially, she'd likely be sharing it. ]

I'll get us some water.

[ The personal wells were a small blessing, downright luxurious compared to Skyhold. Retrieving her canteen from the house, still with earshot, her gaze passes over a book she brought.

Oh.

Banishing the thought, she hurries to fill that canteen. Likely beet red. ]