"Ever since I've came here, all I could do was worry about Ferelden," he says. "Even when Wynne told me that everything was going to be okay, that the archdemon was defeated, all I could do was worry. What if me being here changed things there?"
He looks at her.
"I'm trying to get better at it. Really, I am. There's no point worrying, I know that. But for some reason, it's all I can do."
He tries to force an encouraging smile, but it emerges as an awkward half-smile.
"I know it might not be easy," he says, "But I want to enjoy things the way things are now. Because when we finally go back to Ferelden, when we're back to slashing up darkspawn and defeating evil younger brothers, there aren't going to be moving pictures or soft feather pillows or self-propelled carriages. There'll just be darkspawn and the archdemon and bandits."
Bandits: almost as bad as darkspawn.
"I know it might not mean much, but I'm glad that you're here. Because while I was here, learning how to use the bread burner and using the drink dispenser, all I could think about was how much I wanted to share all those things with you."