Elissa drops into a fighting crouch when the ambient light flickers and a wave of magic passes over her. She looks around. Nothing.

A few minutes later it happens again. Nothing.

And again. This time she whirls around and catches Wynne with traces of magic around her hands

"For the love of Andraste, Wynne. Stop casting. WE'RE ALL FINE."

Wynne sniffs and looks affronted as Elissa stomps off. Alistair sidles up to her with a shy boyish smile.

"I don't mind. I think it tickles."