"You'll find far more cheese in Ferelden." Better cheese, at least, if one were to ask him, not that he's an example of refined taste in food or drink.

His thoughts are running in similar channels. They need to get back. People will come looking for them, especially after the dangerous night they had up to this point. He lets out a soft sigh that sounds exactly like what it is. Regret.

"We should get up." He glances at him, giving a final harder lean. "At this rate, we're going to fall asleep and get washed out when the tide turns."