Mesaraih looked at Ester as she examined the ogre. She seemed a bit disoriented, and he wondered what she thought about as she ran her fingers through the ogre's melting hands.<br/><br/>He was about to open his mouth to say something else when Ester abruptly walked away and told them to get a move on. She seemed to rest her eyes briefly on Mesaraih's leg, but before long she had her back to him and started to pull on the horse's reins. Mesaraih was rather impressed that the horse had the tenacity to stay in the area.<br/><br/>He frowned at Ester's back as she maintained her sordid silence. "Yeah, maybe not," he said, referring to his comment from earlier. "Some people consider killing an art, but brooding sure as hell isn't."<br/><br/>He caught Tal's expression just as he finished speaking. He grinned and shrugged, knowing that he wasn't exactly helping to improve her mood. He only ever thought of how much he was annoying her after already having spoken.<br/><br/>Valehna walked past him and Tal. "It's a tainted brute," she said, responding to the Qunari's comment. "Might have had something the two of you could use, but I doubt I'd want anything from it." She wrinkled her nose as she passed by it.<br/><br/>"Well it's nice to know you care about more than just yourself," Mesaraih said with a laugh.<br/><br/>He walked ahead to catch up to the horse Ester was leading and patted its mane. "Hey, pal. Thanks for sticking by us."