[She nods, even though she doesn't entirely understand. She'll take him at his word.]

If you are safe, then that is what matters.

[She shakes her head sadly.]

He would not approve. But perhaps he will let me at least walk with you. I know not. I do not wish to leave you when you are so tired.

[She slips past him then, giving him one more longing glance before she steps outside, carrying her bundle of knives, and has to side-step the back-end of Hawke's creature. She hears it chattering, and smiles at it as she hands Tybalt the bundle of knives.]

I think he likes you, cos. My sparrow chirped when it was happy.