@glamorgore said , " don't say a word. "
his lips are sealed and empty hands, turns faced-out and offered in his defense, echo as much. an innocent bystander to her.. curious attempts to fix her bow. where the quiver has snapped and what she thinks to do with it, in hand, pulled taut.. with second thoughts ; curious doesn't cover it. for her biting, though, he's lost his hover. taken a generous step back that will never be far enough to hide the grin he's not lost. " and what word does the mighty grey warden think i have to give, hm ? "
advice isn't sought, so he sticks it between cheek and teeth. moves back to settle atop a borrowed bedroll that sinks, somewhat, under his weight, but offers more than the dirt or yet one more toppled tree trunk would give. " to think i would mock you in the throes of battle ! my dear, i'm hardly so villainous. " battle was a start ; putting it lightly.
legs cross at the ankles, heels of his palms finding purchase to better keep him upright while he slouches. " shall we call the others in for aid ? perhaps alistair will restrain your foe for you. " fawn's all grit teeth and blanched knuckles and, not for the first time, he commits the sight of her to memory. as good as the first glimpse, fresh from unconsciousness, blinking up at her unamused glower. zevran, despite better judgement, had accepted that, perhaps.. it was just her he enjoyed looking at.
