Antius Amell
Antius blinked a bit at Asmara's movements. She seemed to be shivering... He scowled and slapped his forehead. Of course, he should have remembered! Healing spells tended to take the very heat from your own body in order to help with the healing process. He walked over to her and conjured a flame in his hand to warm her. He smiled apologetically at her, "You should get warm. You did a lot more than any of us could have. My spells certainly couldn't have done anything."
He grinned a bit at that. Healing spells had always seemed mundane to him, but then, he had never seen people mend bones or restore the health of someone as beaten up as Blysse was. He decided that he should pay more attention to Senior Enchanter Wynne's lectures. His expression sobered at the thought, "I'm sorry I couldn't be as much help as I could have. Creation never interested me back at the Tower."
Antius stroked his chin as he wondered about Valen. Was Ser Sev still going to act as a slave to that.... bastard? The very thought of it made him sick. Really, Antius had hoped to meet someone from the Tevinter Imperium, someone to tell him what it was really like and not the stereotypes the Chantry fed them. Unfortunately, he and his sister proved them all to be all too true. The very thought of it made him ill.
Connall Dale
The barbarian watched the woman leave with a bit of satisfaction his face. It wasn't worth getting in a fight with her anyway. He was about to return to this post when someone addressed him. He felt his features form a grin. It was a rather pretty someone in fact. Normallly, he took exception to someone touching him without permission, but he decided he'd let this pretty noblewoman slide by. He had already almost gotten in a fight with another, after all.
"I could use some help," the Avvar growled, not bothering how he eyed the Orlesian's form. She was pleasant to look at, though she did look as weak other noblewomen, "I am Connall Dale, second son to Chieftain Artur of the Frostbacks."