"Don't eat the black berries," Alistair told her, a look of exhortatory panic crossing his maw on the drop of a dime. "I've heard there's something out here called... daybreak? No, no... I was never a proper Herbalist; I am no mage." Crinkling his nose, Alistair finally found it proper to put the knife away, tucking it into the belt of the royal's robes.

"Red berries, for the most part, are fine..." He purses his lips, trying to see if there was anything else he could remember from the other members of his party. Leliana had mentioned something about mushrooms... "And if a fungus looks like an egg with paper cobwebs on it, it's also poisonous."

A look of content crossed the face of the Warden, and he nods, crossing his arms over his broad chest, breathing strong and steady. There was absolutely no reason for him to be helping the woman except sheer sympathy. The blonde didn't like these games, at all, and if he could be the one to assist someone into living just a moment or so longer, just to be able to see daybreak for one more day, he wouldn't mind it at all.

"Myself? I'm doing well..." he nods, not telling the stranger about his party of a mage and elf wife just yet. "I'm simply scouting. Checking the path ahead for volatile, dangerous tributes. Perhaps..." Running his tongue over his lips, he folded his arms behind his back, shifting his stance in a pseudo-parade rest. "Checking the camps of the deceased. Unsavory, unsavory, I know. But here... you do what you need, I suppose."