He hears running footsteps close, too close, and Meallan is certain it's his attacker catching up again but the shoes are hurting his feet and he can't run as fast as he'd like, then next thing they slam into him and both of them hit the ground hard enough that he knows he'll have bruises later. If he lives that long.

The voice isn't right for the one that attacked him before and Meallan jerks towards it, wishing he had a weapon or just a little magic or something, and then he realises it's an apology and sees her properly and he just stops.

"You're Dalish," he says, pointing out the obvious but it's so strange to see another here, when everything else about this place is so strange. Like it's wrong somehow for there to be something familiar. He stands more slowly and reaches out his marked hand hesitantly. "Aneth ara, are you all right?"