Cole helped by counting as well. Murmured under his breath.

"It was a good strike. Two of those would've ended his suffering." Except for the whole being thrown across the quarry getting in the way of a second strike in the other kidney.

Cadash sighed slightly. "She'd try, but he'd make good his escape. I don't know if Cole even has a bed."

"I don't," he added cheerfully. "But Dorian let me sleep in his."

Cadash raised one tattooed eyebrow and said nothing about that. "In that case, Dorian can look after you at least until Solas is well enough to do it. Since he seems to be volunteering."