"He sounds nice, so I'm glad I sound like him," Altair said, accepting that as the compliment it was obviously meant to be, if Anders's tone was anything to go by.

"And I can imagine it was, yes. I imagine the elderly are much more set in their ways than the young, but with freedom on the line, it's still not acceptable. Calling them out on the ways they're entirely wrong is usually a good time."

Altair certainly enjoyed doing that back in his own world. Admittedly probably in a more aggressive way than getting on a companion's case given that it was usually him yelling across the Dark Council chambers at Ravage and those aligned with him, but still. He could relate.

"Shall we continue walking? Probably best if we find somewhere to set up camp before it gets entirely too late."

If Anders still needed a moment considering he'd obviously just told him something he'd been dreading to say for fear of how Altair would react, then Altair didn't mind, but it would be best if they could find somewhere to set up camp before midnight, at least. Sleep was, after all, important. And humans tended to need more of it than Altair himself usually did.