The girl's declaration earns another smile, a smothered protest as his thoughts go reeling. Best to not worry her. He's supposed to help, after all.

"Heroes are in tales sung by bards and books smelling sweet with age. But it is good to act as they do, when we can."

Varric would be proud.

Whoever took care of her did very well in keeping her safe, he noted as she extended her hand. He had not seen a child be a child, most of them just tried their hardest to be like adults. This was nice.

"Hello, Ib." He took her hand gently and shook it, his robes shifting with the motion. "I am Cole."