#filthyknifeear

It had been a long,rough trek back to skyhold. Tanith was exhausted when she got back,and felt bad for not going to visit Blackwall,who she hadn't seem for nearly two weeks but honestly she couldn't even think straight. She had stripped as much Armour as was publicly decent before she even got to skyhold’s main hall. She barley registered the gasps of Orlesian nobles incensed by a half naked elf walking past,already fully focused on her pillow. She also didn't register the gentle hand guiding her through the crowd and making room for her. Or that the fire in her room was already burning,the soft ‘good night’ as sheets where pulled over her. Compassion exited as quietly as he had entered,silent wishes of sweet dreams in his smile.

Blackwall had been pacing up and down the gardens when he caught news of the Inquisitors return. He also heard of how tired she was,thought it best to leave her be. She wouldn't want to bother after all that surely,with some old warrior. With a heavy sign and even heavier heart he returned to the barn,to what he had been nervously carving. A rocking horse,this time a Halla. It was nearly done,he had been searching through the library for dalish patterns for the horns and had finally found a tome with what he needed to finish it. Running a hand over it fondly he was suddenly very conscious of the thought process behind it. ‘I should get some practice in’ He had thought ‘for any future little ones.’ Faced flushed he thought about hiding or getting rid of it,until a soft voice interrupted. ‘She’s going to love it.’