You aren't serious? I've heard "Andraste's Mabari" a thousand times since I was brought on to the Inquisition.

[ It's a truth universally acknowledged that Fereldans love their dogs, after all.

She sees Mariane going for the thick neck of the beast and has reservations...but, if the Warden deems that the best course of action, then she'll leave the other to it. Cecily slices across its underbelly and manages a decent gash; the creature is nearly felled, or so she assumes. ]

Oh, I'm brilliant. [ It's sarcastic, but not at Mariane's expense. Cecily snorts, wiping blood from where it's spattered her face. ] How are you?