"I am little practiced in combat," he confesses, wiping his hands clean before turning to face Daithi fully. Then, thoughtfully. "Though it may be that my spells could assist you just as well. Better that you avoid injury than require it treated."

The thought of fighting is one he is not keen on; he fought demons in the Hinterlands when trying to locate the Inquisition, and it was not a pleasant thing- though he had done surprisingly well. Peaceable as the Enchanter is, though, he knows this is war, and if it was the Maker's will he join the Herald's side in battle, he would go.

"If you wish for me to join you, I would be honored to do so. I am capable of taking care of myself."