[ He can imagine the eyebrows. Alone with his sending crystal, he scrunches his eyes shut as if to guard against the mental image.

However, through the fear, he manages to say, ] Oh, no, I thought I'd just nick one off the nearest soldier and let him have at it. I'll tie some pillows to him for armor.

[ —anyway. ]

He hasn't said anything. I haven't asked him. I didn't want to put he idea in his head and disappoint him or make you be the one to tell him no. [ He has your back, Morrigan. In this specific way. When it occurs to him. ] He likes his soldiers, though, doesn't he? He might enjoy it.