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The Void

It was late, and the sun had set by the time they got camp set. Arawin sat next to the fire, massaging the foot Morrigan had healed for her awhile ago. It was better, but sore. Morrigan was out marking the perimeters of the camp, setting up wards and checking to make sure everything was secure. Sten was next to the fire with a large pot filled with boiling water. He was rummaging through a bag taking things out, examining them and either throwing them in the pot or into the forest. He pulled out something large and roundish. Arawin couldn’t tell the color very well from the darkness, but it appeared a dark red in the fire light. She watched as Sten sniffed the object then dunked it into the pot.
“What was that?” she asked puzzled. She had been wondering what Sten was doing. All the things he had placed in the pot were unusually shaped and flimsy looking.
“The heart,” he said reaching back into his bag.
“The heart? Of what, the ox?”
“Yes.”
Arawin’s face showed disgust as she realized what he was doing. Cooking.
“What else have you put in there?”
“Heart, liver, kidneys, eyeballs, tongue, blood, and a few herbs and spices.” He pulled out another unidentifiable object, sniffed it, then threw it in the pot.
“And that?” Arawin asked a little disgusted.
“Liver, though it smelled a little green, it should be all right after boiling.”
Arawin could feel herself turn green just from the thought. “You’re not boiling all those things for us to eat, are you?”
“Yes.” Sten didn’t look at her, instead continuing with his work. He pulled this time from the bag something long and springy. He stretched it out, examined it like everything else, but instead of throwing it in the pot or forest, he placed it on his lap and picked up a ladle. He stood, and dangled the object high in the air. It went all the way to the ground, and Arawin saw that if Sten wasn’t so tall, the thing would have touched the ground. She watched as Sten took the ladle and dipped it into the pot. He took out boiling water and poured it into the object, which turned out to be hollow. The water ran through it, and came out the other end a darkish color. Sten did this several times before he was content. He wrapping the object around his arm like rope, then placed it down on the rock beside him.
“Intestines,” he said before Arawin could ask. “They can be used for casing.”
“I don’t even want to know what you’re making,” she said shifting away from him. The smell alone was beginning to get to her, and what he had dumped out of the intestines was very foul.
“You’re Qunari friend is very resourceful,” Zevran said as he sat next to her. “I think I know what he's making, but I’ve never seen it done this way. Course, out here he lacks the proper tools, so I guess he’s doing what he can, right?”
“Right, and I don’t even want to know,” said Arawin. “I’ve never eaten heart, or liver. Uck. Just thinking about it makes me want to hurl.”
“Well, what can you do? Out here there is not much.”
“But those oxen, they are eatable, right?” she asked turning to him.
“Well,” he started a little hesitantly. “They have been dead for quite some time, but if you mean how they died, then yes, they are fine. I slit their throats. And just in case you are wondering, I did it because I wanted the scene to look real. I’m a bit dramatic when it comes to ambushes. They are my favorite way of assassinating.”
“That’s interesting, but what other way would you kill them, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Poisons, as is the way of the Crows. But I wouldn’t waste poisons on some oxen for one. That would be irresponsible.”
“The Crows are known for poisons?”
“Yes,” Zevran said with a smile. “It is what we are most famous for. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of Crow Poison? It’s rather popular.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of that,” said Arawin. “But I thought it was used to kill actual crows. Pesky birds. My father used some to kill the crows nesting in our roof. They nearly tore a hole right through.”
Zevran chuckled. “I guess that would work, although that’s not what it’s used for.”
“Then what is it used for?”
“Immobilizing. Make the target weak and groggy so you can deliver the final blow with ease.”
“That sounds like cheating. Why would you want to immobilize your target and make it an unfair fight?”
This made Zevran laugh even harder. “Not all of us have your quickness, my dear. You see, an assassin simply specializes in striking from stealth... and in maximizing that first attack to be as lethal as possible. Debilitate your foe, either by poison or by crippling their limbs, makes any follow-up combat you need to engage in that much simpler.”
Arawin huffed. “I prefer straight up battle, myself. Me and my opponent at full strength, driving at each other, blood splattering, adrenaline pumping. Ah.” Arawin breathed in deep as she thought about battle. It was something she loved.
“You enjoy getting the blood flowing, whether it is yours or others’?” Zevran chuckled. “Yes, that sounds like you.”
“You think you know me that well, do you?” Arawin laughed. “You didn’t even know my name!”
“One can learn a lot about a person when they duel. But I do have a question for you, Ara.”
“Wait, what did you call me?” Arawin looked at him astonished.
“Ara,” Zevran repeated. “Do you not mind?”
“No, it’s just... nobody’s called me that for a long time.” Arawin stared into the fire. “It was what my mother called me.”
“Oh, then I guess I must have hit a soft spot. I will not call you that if you wish.”
“No, no,” Arawin said as she looked back at him. “You can call me it. I miss being called ‘Ara’, actually.”
“Well, I can call you whatever you wish then, Ara.” Zevran stared into her eyes. She grinned and felt real giddy while looking at him. He was so handsome looking in the firelight. His dark skin glowing, and his eyes deep and beautiful. Arawin had to look away again. Why was she acting like this? All stupid and girly.
“So what was your question?” she asked trying to change the subject.
Zevran chuckled, knowing what she was trying to do. He went along with it. “Yes, that. I happened to notice a very beautiful gold ring on your left ring finger. Might I inquire as to what it means?”
Arawin’s giddiness drained away. Her face and voice became hard. “It’s nothing,” she said turning back to the fire. She sat on her left hand, hiding it from him. She stared into the flames, breathing heavily and digging her nails into the wood of the log.
“I see,” Zevran said noticing her change in mood. “Shall we talk about something else, then? Would you like to know how to make Crow Poison, or any other poison? I know quite a bit of recipes.”
“For all your talk of poisons,” Arawin said trying to keep her voice steady. She wasn’t mad at him, but she was battling with herself. She tried hard to keep the memories of that day from flooding her mind. Why did he have to mention the ring? “One would think I’d have to check my food and drink from now on. Or do you plan on killing me in my sleep?” She turned to him again and he could see the hardness in her eyes. Zevran wasn’t sure where it had come from, but he figured that he needed to tread lightly with her right now. Arawin seemed unpredictable.
“You need not fear me, Ara,” he said using the name he knew she liked, hoping it would lighten her mood. “You must trust me when I say there is no benefit to me killing you now. You or any of the other Grey Wardens.”
At the mention of the others, Arawin snapped out of her stupor. She had almost completely forgotten about Zelda and Alistair. A thought came to her. “You might not be able to, but someone else might. Tell me, were there others hired besides you?”
Zevran was relieved that the hardness was gone from her eyes. For a moment, it looked as if he would lose his chance with her. “No, I was the only one hired,” he answered. “There are no other Crows coming after you or your friends. Trust me.”
But Arawin wasn’t sure if she could, about this at least. “But what if they were hired without you knowing?” she asked. “That’s possible.”
“No, it’s not,” Zevran chuckled. “Trust me, my dear. No one else is as stupid as me to come after you.”
“What? Why?” Arawin almost sounded disappointed. She liked the thought that someone was coming to kill her. The thought excited her and she felt the thrill she craved so much from fighting. Going against another Crow would be fun.
“Because you are a Grey Warden, Ara, and because of that, no Crow will take your contract.”
“Because I’m a Grey Warden?” Arawin laughed hard, almost falling off the log. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
“You should know,” said Zevran. “That the Crows have been contracted to kill everyone from kings and queens to lowly peasants and servants. There is no one too high or too low that we will not assassinate. Basically, if we are paid, we will kill. This includes Grey Wardens, and there have been Grey Wardens contracted before, but most Crows won’t take a contract to kill a Grey Warden for one simple reason: It’s a suicide mission.”
“A suicide mission?”
“Yes, because no Crow has ever successfully killed a Grey Warden or their companions. There was one time an entire Crow cell went after one Grey Warden and none of them survived. The Grey Warden of course lived, and even came to Anitva to challenge the Crows to come after him again. No one did, of course.”
“So if it’s a suicide mission, then why did you accept the offer?” Arawin asked.
It was Zevran’s turn to look hard. “I was just the only Crow in the area... so I took it.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Okay, fair enough.” Arawin sighed. “But I still wonder if Loghain might've hired someone else other than the Crows. There are other assassin orders out there, you know.”
“Oh yes, I know. I’ve run into a few.”
“So you could agree that maybe that’s true, and if it is then I might need to contact Zelda and tell her to be careful. Uh,” Arawin moaned. “I don’t want to, but I think I have to.”
“The wards are up and the perimeter secure,” said Morrigan as she entered the firelight. “We shall be safe from the outside at least,” she said staring at Zevran.
Zevran smiled at her. “You know, my dear, I meant to thank you earlier for freeing me from my former associate. You don’t know how relieved I am to be rid of her.”
“It was simple enough,” said Morrigan. “She thought she could defeat me with blood magic. Foolish child she was.” Morrigan sat herself next to the fire on the opposite side of them. Arawin went over to sit with her.
“I’m thinking I need to contact Zelda, but... Can you show me how?”
“Wasn’t it the two of you who decided not to try when you had the chance?” Morrigan sighed.
“I know, but I think now would be a good time to try. I believe it would be wise to tell her about what transpired today. And to also warn her just in case Loghain hired more than one assassin.”
“‘Tis what I would have done if I were him,” she said. “Just to make sure one wasn’t incompetent or anything.”
“You are so cruel, my dear,” said Zevran. “You go straight for the heart.”
“Anyway,” Arawin interrupted. “How do I contact her?”
“All you have to do is hold the pendent and you should feel it. That’s all I can really tell you.”
Arawin took the pendent in her hand and stared at it. It didn’t seem like much. How this was going to allow her to talk to Zelda, she didn’t really know, but she was going to give it a try. Wrapping her fingers around it’s warmth, she closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but almost suddenly, she felt a pull. It was as if she had been pulled from her body and she was now swimming in an inky blackness that surrounded her.
Arawin felt as if she was floating. There was nothing around her that she could sense. No fire, no wind, no forest or even Morrigan who she knew was just sitting right next to her. The only thing that she could feel in this dark void was herself... and Zelda.
Zelda’s presence was there, but it seemed far away; dormant even. Arawin went to approach it, if she had even moved at all. She couldn’t tell if she had walked, or swam, or anything in this place. It was beginning to make her feel a little nauseated.
Stretching out what she thought to be her hand, she touched the presence and waited. Zelda felt closer, but still far away. A slight tingling sensation went through her as she waited for Zelda to respond or for anything at all. After what felt like hours, Arawin began to get frustrated, wondering why Zelda hadn’t responded yet. What was going on? What was she doing that kept her from answering? Reluctantly, Arawin let go and she felt herself float away and back into her body. She opened her eyes to find them stinging from the light of the fire. She felt heavy in her body, and it made her sick and light headed. She nearly fell off the log, but Morrigan caught her.
“Well?” the witch asked. “What did she say?”
“Nothing,” said Arawin trying to keep herself from vomiting all over her. “I couldn’t get a hold of her. She wouldn’t answer.”
“Wouldn’t answer? What were you just doing now for so long?” Zevran asked. “And what’s this whole bond thing our lovely mage was just talking about?”
“How long was I out?” Arawin asked.
“Nearly half an hour,” said Morrigan. “That’s why we thought you were talking with her.”
“And he knows about the blood bond now?” Arawin gestured towards Zevran while glaring at Morrigan.
“I had to tell him something, did I not? And I only told him what he needed to know. Your Grey Warden secrets are safe.”
“I guess,” Arawin said suspiciously. She wondered how much Morrigan really knew. How much her mother knew since it was she who had discovered they had the blood bond in the first place. “But now what?”
“Well, there is one other way,” Morrigan said calmly. “Although it will be painful for you.”
“Just tell it to me,” Arawin said annoyed.
“The two of you might be far away, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still feel each other. All you have to do is look inside yourself, and search for her.”
“Why didn’t you suggest this before? Why use the pendents?”
Morrigan chuckled. “You will find out why once you try.”
Arawin huffed, annoyed with how the witch was acting. Why couldn’t she just give her a straight answer? And how was she suppose to look inside herself to find Zelda? It all sounded stupid to her, but she would try nonetheless. Arawin put down the pendent and closed her eyes again.
She searched around within her when she began to feel a sinking sensation. It was different from the last time, not like being pulled. She was floating again in a void, but this void was not completely dark. It swirled with many colors, mostly blues and greens, but she also saw reds and yellows, and other colors of the rainbow. The colors didn’t seem to have any type of pattern. They just floated around as she did.
As Arawin swam around in the void, or at least she thought she was. It felt the same way as being in the pendent, although she did seem to sense she was in more control. She could feel Zelda’s presence again, but it was very weak, very far away. She wasn’t sure if she could even reach it. Arawin began moving towards the presence, but she felt it getting harder and harder as she tried. It felt as if she had to stretch herself. Stretch her legs, her arms, her fingers. She felt like a rubber band being stretched to it’s limit. It was beginning to hurt, and she realized at once what Morrigan had meant.
The pain shot through her entire self. She couldn’t really say it went through her body, as it didn’t feel that way. But she didn’t stop, she had to keep stretching, to keep going as she reached for Zelda.
Finally, she felt what seemed to be a finger, touch Zelda’s presence. Immediately, she began feeling Zelda’s emotions. There was pain and fear, along with a determination to save the village. They had to save it no matter what. If they didn’t, then all would be lost.
Arawin shook off these feelings, she had to concentrate. The pain racking through her self was worse than ever. She felt if she didn’t hurry, then her grip would be lost. Concentrating hard, Arawin pressed her own consciousness on Zelda. Contact Arawin, contact Arawin. She repeated this phrase as much as she could, pushing it onto Zelda before her grip released, and Arawin went flying back like a slingshot.
She felt something hit her in the back. When she opened her eyes, she was staring at the sky, laying on her back. Morrigan and Zevran came into her line of sight. Both of them seemed confused.
“You are very interesting, mi querida,” Zevran said as he offered her his hand. Arawin pushed herself up, ignoring his help. When she sat back on the log, she felt her head throbbing. Her whole body ached as well and the nausea from early hadn’t gone away yet. When she looked over at the fire, she noticed that even Sten had stopped what he was doing to look at her.
“Well?” she heard Morrigan ask.
“That was horrible,” said Arawin as she rubbed her temples.
“I warned you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, and I now understand why we shouldn’t do that. Oh.” Arawin slid down from the log and brought her knees up to her chest. Kunjo edged close to her and licked her arm. She scratched behind his ears.
“It won’t be as bad as the bond grows,” said Morrigan. “But were you successful, at least?”
“Yes, I think. Now all I have to do is wait for her to contact me. I think I’ll go ahead and take the first watch tonight. I don’t know how long it will be before she does so.”
***
“Who’s idea was it to light a fire?” Zelda asked to no one in particular.
“I believe it was yours,” said Alistair.
Zelda growled at him. She wasn’t really looking for an answer. She knew it was her idea, and now she was regretting it. The fire that burned in front of them was blazing hot. The heat and the exhaustion she felt from fighting the corpses was not a good mix. Sweat was pouring down her face, dripping off her nose and chin. She felt disgusting and wished more than anything to be in a nice, cold bath right about now.
The oil fire didn’t seem to be helping anyway. The corpses were already dead, so they couldn’t feel pain. This Zelda, along with the others, had learned quick. The undead would run through the fire, screeching and flaring their swords. Their flesh aflame, putting a nasty stench in the air. The corpses already smelled bad enough. Adding the smell of scorched, rotting flesh didn’t help matters. It was making Zelda sick to her stomach. And the corpses were not easy to take down. Not even decapitation seemed to stop them. Zelda had actually screamed at the top of her lungs when a torso with no legs or a head, but only arms grabbed onto her ankles and tried to pull her down. This caused both Alistair and Ser Perth to race to her rescue. They both stabbed their swords into the torso at the same time, and ripped it apart. Alistair and Ser Perth seemed to then glare at each other before looking up at Zelda to make sure she was all right before going back into the battle.
Zelda felt embarrassed by her sudden scream. It wasn’t that the corpse had scared her. It had just surprised her was all. Anyone would scream to suddenly have a headless corpse clawing at their feet. But Zelda shook off the embarrassment and headed back into the fray next to Alistair. Together they hacked and smashed the corpses until they stopped moving. To Zelda’s delight, it seemed none of them were getting past their line, which was what she wanted. The villagers would see no battle and be perfectly safe--
A sudden urge ran through her, making her stop in her tracks. It was so strong that she couldn’t think of anything else. The corpses, saving the village, it was all mute and indistinct. She had to contact Arawin, and she had to do it now.
Zelda held her head, and backed up from the front of the line towards the back where Leliana was.
Leliana stared at her. “Are you all right?” she asked concerned.
“I... I don’t...” Zelda found she was unable to speak. The urge was so strong it clouded everything in her mind. She felt if she didn’t contact Arawin soon, her head would explode. But she couldn’t contact her now! Not during such a battle. They needed her and she needed to get control so she could jump back in. Though it was hard, and the urge fought her all the way, she was finally able to push it to the back of her mind. Her thoughts became clear again, and she rejoined next to Alistair.
The battle seemed to go on forever. The corpses didn’t seem to stop coming. Once one was taken down, more would burst through the fire, taking it’s place. It was a relief to Zelda when she sank Silverbrand into the heart of an armless corpse, and came up to find no corpses coming after her.
“Thank the Maker,” she heard Ser Perth exclaim. “I thought it would never end.”
Zelda’s limbs felt heavy. She could barely lift her shield. Looking around the area, she saw that everyone was still accounted for: Alistair, Leliana, Rupee, Ser Perth and all of his knights, even Dwyn and his two men. They all looked exhausted and sweaty. It felt good to rest, but they wouldn’t be resting for long.
“Help! Help!” Zelda saw a villager running up the stairs. He went straight to her breathing heavy. “The monsters are attacking from the lake!” he said. “They’re trying to get into the chanty. We need your help!”
Zelda was surprised, but she didn’t let it show. “We’re coming,” she said, then turned to Ser Perth. “Knights! Stay here and guard the path! My companions and I will go and help the villagers.”
“Are you sure, my lady?” Ser Perth asked. “It is dangerous. Perhaps we should go instead.”
Zelda narrowed her eyes at him. “I said stay here. We’ll be fine. Dwyn, stay here as well.”
The dwarf didn’t say anything, only nodded in her direction.
Zelda didn’t wait for Ser Perth to answer her, whether he would protest again or not. She only made her way down the stairs with her companions in tow.
“Stupid, stupid,” she muttered to herself on the way down. How could she not have thought of something like this? It was probably for the same reason why she thought fire would help. If corpses could run through fire without slowing down, then walking underwater shouldn’t be a problem. She cursed herself for not thinking.
When they reached the entrance to the chantry, they saw the villagers fighting for their lives. The corpses, freshly wet from the lake, and giving off a new smell, were all over the place. Some of them had even made their way past the villagers and were hacking at the chantry door. Zelda motioned for them to head there first. She and Alistair plowed into the corpses, knocking them all down and away from the door. They did their best to cut up the corpses into small, harmless pieces before going to help the villagers.
Within the frenzy, Zelda found Murdock. He was fighting with two corpses at once. She knocked one of them down with her shield, then stabbed it in the head. It’s skull became stuck on her sword and detached from the body when she pulled Silverbrand up. Zelda held up Silverbrand and looked at the skull. She noticed that the eye was still rotating in the socket, and it made her almost want to vomit. Quickly, she flung the skull off and continued in helping the villagers with the remaining corpses.
The night seemed to drag on as they fought. Zelda wasn’t sure what time it was, or how long this could continue. She hoped it would be over with soon, for she didn’t know how much longer she could last. It wasn’t until the sun peaked over the horizon, casting a purplish light across the lake that the corpses stopped coming, and those that they were still fighting fell to the ground, and moved no more.
Zelda let out a sigh of relief. She backed into the chantry and pressed her back on the bricks while breathing in hard. Her fatigue and sweaty hands caused her to drop Silverbrand as she slid down the wall and sat on the ground. Alistair and Leliana came over and joined her on the ground. They all let out a small laugh as they realized they had survived the night. And Zelda realized that her goal had come true. Surprisingly, no one had died that night. It made her smile broadly.
“We did it,” said Leliana exhausted. “I knew we could.”
“Of course,” said Zelda. “Did you ever doubt—Ah!” She stopped in mid sentence, grabbed her head and screamed. The urge she had been able to suppress during the fight had reared it’s ugly head again and was now more forceful than ever. It pressed against her skull, causing severe pain that seemed to run through her entire body.
“Zelda? Zelda! What’s wrong?” Alistair cried as he came in front of her and grabbed her arms. She saw the worry in his eyes, but she couldn’t really register it. The urge had clouded everything in her mind except for one thing.
“Arawin...” was all she was able to get out of her mouth. She freed one of her arms from his and fumbled around her neck trying to find the pendent. When her fingers had located the round object, they closed around it. Instantly she felt relief as she closed her eyes and was pulled from her body into darkness.
***
It was almost comical to Zelda as she floated in the void. The way it felt wasn’t any different than how she had been before. There was no pain here, of course, or at least physical pain. As she edged around, wondering where this could be, it made her think of the Fade. She wondered if it was anything like it, because it did feel somewhat like a dream, although with no color or scenery. Just blackness. But in the blackness she could feel Arawin’s presence. It pulsated even, giving off it’s own waves that drew her to it. As she came close, she touched it, and immediately felt the alien emotions of the elf. Zelda found her to be stressed and tired, and a little worked up which wasn’t unusual.
It’s about time, she heard Arawin’s voice say. The way it sounded was very dreamlike, wavy and it echoed through the darkness.
What are you saying? Zelda thought. Or did she say that out loud? She wasn’t sure. Nothing about this void she could be sure of.
Stop contemplating this place, said Arawin. I’ve been trying to contact you all night. What have you been up to?
Me? Zelda thought. I’ve... wait. That urge. Was that you?
Yes.
You could have killed me! I was in the middle of a fight when that happened!
How was I suppose to know? Arawin sounded frustrated. Look, sorry if it almost killed you, but it didn’t. Now, I wanted to talk to you for a reason.
Did you find the Dalish? But Zelda realized she already knew the answer.
No, but what I have to tell you is just as important. Arawin went on to tell her about Zevran and how he was hired by Loghain and Howe to kill any remaining Grey Wardens in Ferelden. Zelda wasn’t at all surprised that the two men would do such a thing, and not even surprised or mad that Arawin had spared Zevran’s life. She was a little annoyed however that she allowed him to tag along, though. Arawin was playing with fire when it came to letting the assassin sleep right next to her, especially since he was a Crow, but there was no convincing her otherwise.
He’s not going to do anything, Arawin argued. Not with Morrigan and Sten watching him constantly. As well as Kunjo following me wherever I go.
I know, said Zelda. But it’s still risky. Crows have been known to be very creative when it comes to their kills. But I won’t push the issue. I trust you know what you're doing.
Just watch out yourselves. I wouldn’t put it past Loghain to hire another assassin just in case.
Don’t worry, we’ll be on the lookout. But I think we'll be safe here in Redcliffe.
They continued their conversation with Zelda explaining to her what had transpired from when they parted. From what they had learned in Rainesfere and on to the battle with the undead.
It was interesting how little the two spoke. It seemed that in this void, telling one another about the things that had happened was easy. They didn’t have to explain anything at all, as if once it was said the other understood without further explanation.
Arawin could sense Zelda’s distress when she mentioned the news about Howe taking over Highever. While Zelda could sense something about Arawin when ever she mentioned the elven assassin. What it was, she couldn’t be sure, a sort of interest, maybe, that could prove deadly. She didn’t question Arawin about it, as even though she didn’t understand it, she also did. And this was how it was with Arawin as well, so no use asking.
When Zelda was done, they both stayed silent for a moment. Their thoughts and emotions staying neutral.
So, do you know what’s going to happen next? Arawin finally asked.
I assume we may try and get into the castle, said Zelda. Otherwise... no, I don’t.
Well, good luck. It sounds like you’re going to need it.
And you as well. If Zevran is telling the truth, then you might be closer to the Dalish than you think. Contact me again when you find them.
You promise you’ll pick up next time?
I promise. Or at least, I’ll try if I’m not fighting like I was.
The two women sensed each others good-byes and separated themselves from one other. Zelda made her way back into her body and felt so heavy and sick that she became dizzy when she opened her eyes. She groaned and saw Alistair was still there, holding her, a worried look on his face.
“Zelda! Thank the Maker you're all right,” he breathed.
“Huh?” Zelda was unable to say much more, afraid that she might be sick all over him if she did. She noticed as well that everyone seemed to be hovering over them. She saw Leliana’s face along with Murdock’s and Ser Perth’s, even Bann Teagan as she realized she had been carried into the chantry. They all stared down at her worried.
“What happened?” Alistair asked her.
Zelda looked at him and waited for her stomach to settle before answering. “I just spoke to Arawin.”
“Is that what you were doing? We all thought you passed out from something. You were gone for a long time. No one could revive you!”
“It wasn’t that long,” Leliana corrected him. “Maybe only thirty minutes. It was still scary, though. You almost looked dead.”
“No,” Zelda said shaking her head. She then got a whiff of herself and it made her even more sick. “But could I tell you later? I would love a bath first.”

Paraphrasng from Dragon Age: Origins
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