It looked for a brief moment like Spite was heading back to the Diamond. Except.

No, he was just going to a different tower - one that while not free of blight, was at a high enough position that nothing was coming up it so he could leave the injured scout to rest on a bench on the open trellised balcony where he wouldn't be attacked. Then he was launching off again, landing like a striking hawk on the back of one of the fleeing darkspawn that Davrin had flushed out with his work, daggers flashing as he started cutting. Davrin had come back for him, he wasn't leaving the Warden behind. The three of them together would make much shorter work of this, and they would lose no more scouts to what sickened it.