rose of ferelden

You have a history with the Warden who ended the Blight, don’t you?

               ”You. Wynne. Now.”

                                   "She's busy, and we have more                                     important tasks at hand."

       ”I think I pulled a muscle.         Or twenty.”

                    "It could be worse."                      Like the bloody gash on her                      side. That sort of worse.

     ”Let’s agree to never do that again.”

               "For once, I feel inclined to agree.                 It wasn't as fun as I originally thought."

         "Not anymore—" Brow furrows. "What were you doing?"

        "I was sitting. Why is it of concern to you?"

Once they make it to the spirit healer he gets a bit more tense. "I suppose it’s too late to change my mind…" he huffs and glances over to the other warden as she pats his back and looks back towards Wynne. Of course the healer doesn’t even warn him, as soon as he turns back around he finds himself feeling that weird tingling feel he’s never truly liked. "Maker—!!"

She suppresses a small laugh (a talent she's perfected over the years of being a Teryn's daughter), and glances over her shoulder towards the mage and former templar. "It isn't so bad, Alistair. It is helping you, remember?"

     "Well that makes me much more relieved then." He returns the smile and, hesitantly, makes his way up to Wynne a bit more easily than before.

       She walks with him the entire way (and shoots Wynne a warm quirk of her lips; she knows as well as Bryn how difficult Alistair can be), and pats his shoulder once before turning her attention elsewhere for a few moments.

      "No." he actually pouts a bit. "I’m going, I’m going. Promise you’ll stay right beside me as she heals me?"

       "Of course I promise. I will be at your side through thick and thin." She gives him a rare little smile, one that's always only meant for him, and proceeds to push him along once again.

     "But if feels funny when she heals me! And not the good kind of funny!"

       "Would you rather lose the feeling in your arm forever?"

      “Maybe I can sleep it off.” he tries to lift his arm up and inevitably fails. "Okay maybe I should see Wynne."

        "Nice try," is her only remark before she's pushing him along to the spirit healer, where she knows he will be in good hands.

      “Perhaps not for the woman viewing the drop,” he says, though it is lighthearted. Froki shakes himself off and wipes himself down, then shakes his head. "I will be fine, Warden. I have had worse."

       "I dropped down from there, too, remember?" His remark is met with a guarded smile, genuine amusement at the corners of her eyes. A nod motions her head up and down. "Good. We can carry on, then, if you aren't in need of a break."

      "Well I think my arm is going numb. Would you consider that bad—?"

           "--Yes. Yes, I would. Come on, you need to see Wynne."

      "—Pretty sure I have blood settled in places where there should never be blood. I would be a little more comfortable if it were mine as well.”

            "I would consider ourselves lucky if none of it were ours. That would mean we put up a decent fight. On that note, are you hurt anywhere?"