She makes a disapproving sound at his mention of 'luck' and presses her lips together, amused but shaking her head. Clearly, he's gone and jinxed it now— but she won't say as much. Especially when he's just about to leave.

"Truly," she says instead, of Wysteria and Tony and their collective ability to keep her worried about them instead of him. She smiles. Adrasteia suspects she'll worry anyway. It's just the sort of stuff she's made of.

There's nothing left to say. No more goodbyes or good lucks or well-wishes. She won't jinx them doubly. "May Andraste watch over you," she says instead, hoping that her prayers are more than just noise in this moment.

She needs him to come back in one piece and alive.