"Be careful!" Blackwall called out to the elf. Well, at least Cassandra wasn't the only one to notice. In most things Amahri exercised what Cassandra considered a reasonable amount of caution for his position; he was not a trained combatant but was forced into many dangerous situations. He had learned quickly to stay in the back, to keep his head down, and to always listen to her orders. Something she felt others in their party would do well to imitate (she eyed Bull and a vision of Varric came to mind as she thought this). And yet, now Amahri was completely ignoring her instruction.
They were traveling along the Storm Coast in search of missing Inquisition soldiers in the pouring rain. The steep cliffs, long grass and craggy rocks sticking out of the landscape were all soaked and slippery, and yet Amahri hopped and skipped off one surface to the next with apparently no regard for his safety. When they neared the cliffs bordering the beach he scampered right up to the edge and leaned out to pear down the beach. Cassandra had no particular fear of heights, but she was aware that taking a fall down those rocks would be fatal, and that they were all more prone to losing their footing in the damp weather than usual.
Amahri glanced back over his shoulder as he jumped from one rock to the next at Blackwall's voice, smiled, and continued on his merry way. Cassandra grunted her disapproval; again.
"Come away from that edge, Herald." She said sternly.
"I can see a long ways from here, I might see some sign of our patrol." He threw back. He did not usually argue with her, or disregard Blackwall.
"Perhaps, but I do not wish to see your body at the bottom of those rocks, come down." She was even more insistent this time, she seemed to the rest to have an infinite capacity for becoming more serious.
Amahri turned abruptly at this tone, although he still did not come.
"I'll be alright. Scouting in the rain is one thing I have had a lot of practice at." He finished with a smile. Cassandra huffed. She knew rather little of what he'd done before she met him, and her impression of him perhaps gave him less credit than he deserved. She wasn't going to give that credence now however.
Blackwall intervened.
"That may be, but you're giving this old Warden heart palpitations. Come here."
Amahri scowled just slightly for a moment but this time did as asked, although he continued to hop from rock to rock, just a good ways from the cliff.
"If you two want him to ever be anything more than a figure head you should give him some leash." Bull cut in from behind the pair.
"You think it's a good idea to be prancing around a cliff edge?" Cassandra replied, although the statement hit home a bit.
Bull shrugged. "Just saying." Then he strode past the two and caught up with Amahri, saying something about water bombs.