You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

Grim listened to Ruth's comment about Elgar’nan being just another exceptionally powerful asshole, responding with a chuckle. However, his expression quickly turned serious when Ruth advised against making light of such things, given the past events in Thedas that occurred long before humans arrived. He nodded, showing his understanding.

I can’t say that I know any of the stories about how it was in Thedas before. then again, I’m not even from Thedas. He said with a shrug, he really ought to brush up on the history though, since it was suddenly alive and walking around Thedas.

Upon Ruth's instruction to close his eyes, he took a deep breath and complied. Although he wasn't entirely comfortable relaxing and closing his eyes around a stranger, he noted that the dogs seemed okay with Ruth. He trusted their judgement as they were usually accurate in assessing character.

Despite that, he was having a tough time relaxing, his brain kept swimming and it felt like. He wasn’t sure how to even describe how he felt. Perhaps a bit like his brain was actively trying to retreat away from Ruth, even though it made no sense whatsoever. At least it made no sense to Grim.

When Ruth started cussing, Grim couldn’t help but open his eyes. He was still thinking over what Ruth had said about his mental fortitude when the mood seemed to suddenly change. Grim tipped his head curiously, with a furrowed brow of worry on his face.

Dare I ask? He asked, part of him didn’t want to know, but then a bigger part of him knew it was just a matter of time until he blacked out for good, or some place that blacking out wouldn’t be at all ideal, like in the middle of a serious fight with someone that wouldn’t hesitate to cut Grim down while he was vulnerable.