Eldy glances at her. Just a glance, then her gaze goes back somewhere between the shadows and the fire. It's not as though Wynne is painful to look at, just... Just... Looking at anyone seems a little too much, in this moment.

"I'm still all together," she replies. Part truth, part automatic bravado: I'm fine, I can handle it, you don't need to worry about me, you don't need to tell the templars. But the only templar around is Alistair, she supposes, and he doesn't count because they are both wardens now.

It's that which prompts further admission. "Still a bit shaken."

She moistens her lips, glances over again.

"How are you?"