He glows brighter than usual, and a pure silvery white instead of the usual lyrium blue.
"...I feel slightly weird," he says. "And I'm glowing a different colour than usual. Can I have the healing power in case this is somehow unhealthy?"
He inspects his hands. Are his veins glowing faintly through his skin? Yes they are. This is actually pretty normal for him after a breath of lyrium, but usually it's most visible in the bruises, and he doesn't have any of those right now.
She can't see it. "Let me know when you want rid of it and - and I wish you wouldn't test it but I can't really stop you."
"I have no immediate plans to test it but I do want to keep it for a while just in case it helps with the unknown aftereffects of clearing out the darkspawn taint."
And onward.
The tunnels between Ortan Thaig and Bownammar are not nearly so comfortable as even a thousand-year-old bed. They contain giant spiders, deep stalkers, moderate numbers of darkspawn, plenty of mushrooms, and enough nugs that between those and the mushrooms Annie never has to find out what deep stalker tastes like.
After a week, they arrive at Bownammar. A massive stone bridge crosses a deep chasm; darkspawn wander back and forth across it. On the far side, an outrageously enormous gate stands tall enough to be clearly discernible even at this distance.
"Couple dozen on and this side of the bridge, few dozen more including two ogres after that... disintegration on or off?"
They go. They kill some darkspawn. Stalas is a flawless instrument of death. He gets shot again, but doesn't appear to notice the arrow through his leg until the darkspawn are all dead, at which point he looks down, breaks it, and pulls it out.
Annie catches up to him as quickly as she can, mostly so that she can fret from closer range since he already has the best help she can give.
In the end, they never find out: there's a short tunnel near one side of the enormous front gate that bypasses it completely. In they go.
Also, there are clear signs of darkspawn occupation, and numerous groups of darkspawn.
Also, that's a ghoul over there, surrounded by partly eaten dwarf corpses.
"Ghoul," identifies Annie, less tentatively now that it's the second one she's encountered.
As they approach, it becomes apparent that the ghoul is reciting a charming poem.
First day, they come and catch everyone.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Fifth day, they return and it's another girl's turn.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Eighth day, we hated as she is violated.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she's become the beast.
Stalas becomes increasingly unsettled as they draw nearer to the muttering ghoul.
"At least she's not humming," murmurs Annie very softly. "Should I de-regen you in case she starts?"
The ghoul jerks in surprise, stops her muttering, and looks up. "Strangers... who goes?"
"I'm Stalas and this is Annie. I... I think we can help you."
"Help... there is no help for Hespith," she murmurs. "No, no, I am cruel to myself..."
"A week ago, I had the taint," says Stalas.
"Impossible. Nothing in you now. I would feel..."
"Yes," he says, "exactly."
"Can you... could you?" She stares at him intently.
"I believe we can. The magic that drives out the taint makes you feel uncomfortably warm and the magic that heals the damage it left makes it hurt if you hum," he says.
"I am... I..."
"Do you want us to try?"
"...Yes..."
"Annie?"
"Better?" says Stalas cautiously, when she sits up a few minutes later.
She looks up at him. "Yes..."
"Hespith, was it?"
"Yes."
"Another side effect of the magic that drives out the taint is that if a darkspawn touches you, they disintegrate immediately," he says.
A wide wild grin comes to Hespith's face, and she bounds to her feet and runs off.
"...um," says Stalas. "That's not quite what I intended to have happen, but I suppose it's not a bad thing."
"Can we? I could catch her but I'd have to leave you behind, and I'd really rather not."