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Blood Bond	By : Hikari86 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: The title is from the song with the same name by Evanescence (I just love Amy Lee's voice!). It's a really pretty song and one I thought works perfectly with this chapter.

Before the Dawn

Yet who was there for Alistair to ask? He knew Sten would be no help in such matters, and he was way too embarrassed to go and ask Zevran. He found the mere thought of asking the assassin about such things hilarious. Not that Zevran wouldn’t give him any advise, but just knowing what he might say made Alistair blush. He could go ask one of the women, but Leliana and Wynne had already gone to their tents, and he didn’t feel like disturbing them. Morrigan was also out of the question, as Alistair knew she would laugh at him. Plus any information Morrigan knew about the subject was more than likely going to come from her mother, and that scared Alistair even more than asking Zevran. There was only one other person to ask, and Alistair didn’t like very much asking her either, but he had no other options.
He found Arawin tending the fire, throwing a new log in and readjusting the stones. When he approached, Rupee looked up and wagged her stump of a tail. Kunjo was laying on Arawin’s other side, fully asleep and snoring.
“What’s up, Alis?” Arawin said as she poked the log. “Can’t sleep?”
“So you’re taking the first watch?” he asked, trying to stall.
She stopped her prodding and glared up at him. “Yes, and don’t look so concerned. I’m very good at watch. And even if I don’t spot anything, you know one of these two will.” She pointed at both Rupee and Kunjo.
“Yes, because Kunjo will jump up right at the first sign of danger,” Alistair said sarcastic.
“Of course he will! Kunjo’s a very good watch dog. See?” With her foot, Arawin nudged him in the rips. The hound only groaned and rolled out of her reach before resuming his snoring. “It’s only because he knows it’s me,” Arawin said going back to the fire. “But trust me, he’ll be on anything that threatens our camp.”
“I sure hope you’re right.” Although Alistair had no doubts about Kunjo or Arawin’s ability to watch the camp, he was merely trying to keep himself from asking what he had originally came to ask her. Now as a silence past between them, there was nothing else to stall it. He went and sat next to her, staring in the fire.
“So what’s the real reason you’re here for?” Arawin asked.
Alistair sighed. “I... I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this. It’s really embarrassing.”
“Ah, I see. Well now you have to tell me. You can’t just say something like that and leave me hanging.”
“Well, it’s like this,” he said leaning against the tree. “Zelda asked me to join her in her tent tonight.”
“What?” Arawin stared at him with big eyes and mouth gaping. “No way?”
“Uh... yes, she did.”
“Oh, well this certainly would be embarrassing, now wouldn’t it?” Arawin smiled wickedly. “So then what are you doing here, talking with me, huh? I assume she’s waiting for you?”
“She is, but well... it’s just that... I’m not so sure...” Alistair nervously scratched the back of his head.
“Wait, don’t tell me,” Arawin said fully facing him. “Have you never...?”
“Never...? Never what?”
“Don’t play stupid with me, you know what I’m talking about.”
“Well, maybe I don’t,” Alistair said looking away from her. “For all I know, you could be talking about anything as there are a lot of things I haven’t done.”
“Uh huh. And I bet none of them have anything to do with staying with Zelda in the privacy of her tent. Except one, of course.” Arawin got up and stood in front of him. “Now, I assume by the way you’re acting the answer is no?”
“Okay, yes,” Alistair said standing as well. “You’re right, the answer is no. I’ve never done anything... like that.”
“Ah, how cute!” Arawin teased. “You’re a virgin!”
“Yes, I’m a virgin,” he groaned.
Arawin chuckled. “So not only are you a prince, but a virgin too! I think I’m going to start calling you Alis the Virgin Prince! It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
Alistair groaned again. “Please don’t.”
“Well, I obviously can’t if you cease to be a virgin tonight, now can I? Besides, why are you a virgin anyway? Handsome man like you.”
“It’s because I grew up in the Chantry where they taught me not to take such things lightly. I was told that when in the presence of beautiful women I should be a gentleman.”
“Oh please,” Arawin scoffed.
“What? So I shouldn’t be a gentleman, then?”
“No, not that! The whole ‘taking such things lightly’ bullshit. You do realize that it’s a natural act, and that without it, no races would exist.”
“Yes, of course,” Alistair said folding his arms. “You say that at least.”
Arawin huffed. “Alright, apparently you came to me to try and get some real advise, so I’ll go ahead and be serious for a moment. Look, I suggest you go in there and get it over with. The first time is scary, yes, but once you get over the fear, then you’ll find it to be very enjoyable.”
“Well I have heard stories of you and Zevran.”
Arawin smiled at the comment. “But of course! And if you really want to know, Zevran was my first, which I find to be rather lucky, not only because he was gentle and-”
“Stop, I don’t really need the details!”
“Gentle and understanding,” Arawin continued. “Where I come from, most of the time our first is taken from us. As with... my cousin.” Arawin fell silent.
“Sorry,” said Alistair. “I know that’s hard for you.”
“It’s okay,” she said running her fingers through her hair. “But basically, you two are lucky. Even though both of you are inexperienced, you at least have each other. Just remember to relax. Once you do, then everything should come natural.”
Alistair stared back in the fire, knowing what Arawin meant. He still wasn’t sure he agreed with her, but he did understand. “She did say nothing had to happen. She just didn’t want to sleep alone anymore.”
“Then go and do that,” Arawin said as she sat back down. “Do whatever you think is best.”
“Being with Zelda is what is best,” he whispered.
“Then go get her.”
Alistair straightened and made his way toward Zelda’s tent without a word.
***
It wasn’t long after she had talked to him that Zelda had gone to her own tent. She was now ready for bed, armor all off and laid out for tomorrow. Tonight she wouldn’t have to wake for watch, which was the reason why she wore nothing but a shirt and her smallclothes. She had even removed her breast band but was starting to rethink it. What if Alistair really did come? Was she dressed inappropriately?
Zelda sighed heavily. She was starting to feel really stupid for what she had done. She was glad, however, at what she had told Alistair. Happy to finally tell him about Rory and to also have revealed her true feelings for him. Zelda was proud of that, but was rethinking everything she had said afterwards. Inviting Alistair to her tent was a big step, even if nothing was going to happen. But what if it did? Suddenly her breasts felt too heavy and she folded her arms under them. Placing back on her breast band would help with that, but eventually she decided no. She hadn’t slept in one ever since she started having to wear one. It was painful and awkward.
Sitting on her knees, Zelda stared at the tent entrance, playing with her let down hair. If Alistair was coming, he was taking his time. She wanted him to come, but at the same time didn’t. She wasn’t sure how long she should wait for him before deciding he wasn’t coming. She sighed again, closing her eyes and finally deciding she had waited long enough.
As she went to grab the sheets, her tent flap burst open and Alistair quickly made his way in. Zelda stared at him stunned, not sure what to say. He stared back at her, seeming just as stunned as she was.
“Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey.”
Alistair shook his head and stood before her. “Listen. I... ah, I’m not really sure how to say this, but...”
“Alistair, what is it?” Zelda noticed him acting stranger than usual. “Are you sweating?”
“I... No, well... I guess I am.” He nervously ran his fingers through his hair. “This is... hard.”
“Alistair, please, just take a breather. Then say what you need to.”
After taking a deep breath, Alistair calmed down. “Okay, here’s the thing: being near you makes me crazy, but I can’t imagine being without you. It’s not a bad crazy though, it actually makes me feel good in a way. But... I don’t know how to say this another way. What you asked... I do want to spend the night with you... and I want it to be more.”
Zelda’s mouth fell open a little. She gazed at him and swallowed hard. “A-Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He got closer and grabbed her hands. “I wanted something like this to be perfect: the perfect place, the perfect time, but with the Blight and everything, when is it ever going to be perfect? If things had been different, then we may never have met. We sort of... stumbled into each other, and despite this being the least perfect time, I still found myself falling for you in between all the fighting and everything else. I really don’t want to wait anymore. I’ve... I’ve never done this before. You know that. I want it to be with you... while we have the chance. In case...”
“Alistair,” Zelda said taking her hand and placing it on his check. “Don’t talk like that. There will always be time later.”
“Will there? You don’t know that. I don’t know that. Tomorrow one of us could die, or we could be dead even before the Blight is ended. The future is never certain which is why I’d like to be able to say that I threw caution to the wind at least once.” His stare was loving and Zelda saw he had completely calmed which allowed her to calm as well. They were both inexperienced, both nervous, but yet neither of that seemed to matter. They now knew what they wanted.
Zelda lend in and kissed him, bringing his face down to hers. She felt him hesitant, but then gave in as their kiss deepened. His hands found her waist and Zelda took his full face in her palms. Alistair squeezed her, but let go when he heard her whimper. He then realized he was still wearing his armor and it was keeping him from feeling her fully.
As fast as he could, and with Zelda’s help, he began unbuckling and removing every piece. Frustrating at first as he struggled with his leg guards, but soon found himself free. Alistair lastly removed his undershirt and found himself back in Zelda’s arms.
He took her in, tasting her sweetness and loving it. Her lips soft and silky as well as her skin as his hand found it’s way to her stomach. He lifted up her shirt, satisfied that his skin was finally touching hers. Something new to love about her, as she was soft but hard at the same time. He stroked her stomach, feeling the tight skin and muscles underneath. He then ventured higher, slowly going up until he felt the globes of flesh on her chest. He cupped one and stroked the hardening nipple with his thumb. To him it was the perfect size, fitting perfectly in the palm of his hand. He squeezed with a gentle firmness making Zelda moan in his mouth.
“Alistair...”
Zelda removed her shirt and smallclothes and Alistair took her form fully in. At the Urn, when they were removing their clothes, he had never looked at her, never glanced in that direction or anywhere else. He wanted to see but at the same time didn’t. He also found that he wasn’t able to turn away from the fire, he could only stare at it, taking in it’s glory. Now he stared at Zelda, taking in hers. She was gorgeous, a beautiful specimen none the likes he had ever seen before. She was a little thick, especially when compared to either Leliana or Morrigan, but that was due to the fact Zelda had muscle. Her body was sculpted, lean and tight. He felt as if he was almost looking at a goddess.
Zelda placed her hands on his chest and gazed longingly into his eyes. “Are you sure you really want this?” she asked.
Alistair nodded. “I don’t want Arawin calling me ‘Alis the Virgin Prince’.”
Zelda smiled. “Neither do I.” She made her way down, past his abs, feeling every ridge with her fingertips.
Alistair took in her touch, closing his eyes and tossing his head back. Each light fingertip sending electricity through his skin. His trousers tightened and he breathed in sharp when he felt her fingers brush against him. It wasn’t through the fabric either, but full contact, flesh to flesh as her fingers wrapped around his quickly hardening length. When he looked down he found that at some point Zelda had removed his own clothing and was now on her knees in front of him. Her eyes were focused on his tip and her encircled hand tightened it’s grip. Hot breath hit his sensitive skin and Alistair nearly fell over on her.
“Zelda... W-What are you doing?” he said grabbing her shoulders.
“Something I felt... from Arawin, at some point. It’s hard to explain.” Her eyes flickered to his. “I just thought to try it.” Without letting him respond, Zelda took him in her mouth, pulling her hand back at the same time. Alistair squeezed her shoulders as her wet lips made their way down, taking him in with slow precision. Heat began building in his middle as his heart began to quicken and his breathing intensified.
Zelda started to suckle, pulling him in further with her teeth and lips. Her tongue lashed around him, hitting sensitive areas and nearly making Alistair fall over again. The heat kept building with every pull and tug, and soon Alistair couldn’t take it anymore. Reluctantly he pulled himself from her mouth before anything could happen.
“Alistair, what are you doing? Is something wrong?” Zelda asked. She stood and stared at him.
Alistair wiped a thin layer of sweat from his brow. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “I just wanted to see your eyes.”
Zelda looked at him puzzled and was about to say something before he grabbed her head and forced her lips on his. He was so hard now it hurt, and all he could think of was getting back inside her. He knew it would release the tension and make the heat spread. Carefully he lowered her down on the sheets, still kissing and feeling her body. He positioned himself between her legs, feeling the heat and dampness coming from the entrance bellow her belly. It tickled his length and he began to push forward, feeling her wet folds as they engulfed him. His eyes closed as he took in the sensation that was beginning to build the heat anew.
A cry came from Zelda, making him open his eyes and pull out. He looked down at her to see pain in her face. “Oh Zelda, I’m sorry,” he said, feeling guilty for having pressed forward without her consent.
“It’s okay,” she said placing her hands on his shoulders. “It’s just... you need to go fast, not slow. I know it’s going to hurt, but if you go fast and get it over with, then it should be fine.”
Alistair cringed, feeling even more guilty. He had heard about this and had completely forgotten in his haste. “Alright,” he nodded. “Feel free to hurt me if you need to. I hate doing this to you.”
“Just get it over with.” Zelda closed her eyes and repositioned her hands on his shoulders, trying to get a better grip. “I trust you.”
Alistair found her entrance again and pushed in enough to become fixed in place. He closed his own eyes and counted to three before jerking forward, stabbing himself inside her. He barely registered Zelda’s scream as the heat exploded in his belly and spread throughout his whole body making his head spin. It lifted him up as he floated above her before he looked down to see the renewed pain in her face. Zelda had her eyes closed tightly with tears streaming down the sides. Her nails dug into his shoulders and as he came down he could start to feel the sharp sting they brought.
He had not expected the sudden movement to cause such a reaction within him. Again he began to feel bad for taking in the pleasures while Zelda suffered. But he found he was still inside her, and still hard. Relaxing himself, Alistair slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, pulling out then pushing in. He kissed Zelda’s eye, tasting her salt-filled tears and saw her face change from a grimace to ease. The heat began to build inside him once more as he reveled in the feeling of her slick walls gliding against his sensitive skin.
Zelda had known that it would hurt. She had heard and even discussed it with several other women. Her mother was one, along with Oriana and even Nan at one point. Leliana had even told her of her own exploits during their travels to and after Redcliffe. It was one of the things that made Zelda nervous, even though she didn’t understand it. She had been through pain before, some things probably even worse than what it would be, but yet she still couldn’t help but to be scared.
She had let Alistair take over, let him lay her down and position himself where he wanted. She had felt him start to press in, but he was going slow, and she was starting to feel the resistance that she knew would be the pain everyone told her about. It was why she had cried out, stopping him from continuing further. But she didn’t want to stop completely, not after they had gotten this far. Telling him to go fast, telling him to get it over with was the best thing.
Zelda prepared herself, letting herself relax and focus. She felt him at her entrance again, heard him as he counted to three, then pushed in harder. Something ripped within her and the pain shot all through her body. She screamed, digging her nails in his shoulders and squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Tears leaked out from the sides and her body stiffened as the sharp pain lingered within her belly. They had told her it wouldn’t last, that it would soon ebb away and be replaced with something much better. Yet it didn’t seem to be going away, only floating and pulsing like a stab wound. She wanted it desperately to go away and it wasn’t until she began feeling Alistair move again, feeling him sliding in and out that it soon began to fade. He kissed her eye and Zelda relaxed herself as the pain was replaced with ecstasy.
Alistair began to move faster as tension and heat built higher and higher. He looked down at Zelda again and saw she was no longer in pain. Her eyes opened and they rolled in the back of her head as her mouth opened with a sigh and moan. Her fingers lifted from his shoulders and they went to the sides of his head, bringing him down to her lips.
They kissed, intensifying the heat and making Alistair go even faster, pumping his hips between hers. Zelda lifted her own up, meeting with his. This caused an involuntary cry to come from his mouth as he went deep inside her. She moaned with his cry and together they moved as one, pressing together and pulling apart. They quickened their pace and Alistair placed his hands on either side of her, propping himself up to become more stable. His speed became greater, and his trusts heavier as they pounded her into the ground. The heat soon reached it’s peak, and it exploded again, rushing through his body and electrifying his entire being.
Alistair stopped and Zelda felt him pulse within her. Her own heat exploded and her thighs gripped his hips in a tight embrace. They let themselves swim within the passion before their bodies cooled and they laid themselves on the sheets, breathing heavily.
Propping herself up, Zelda looked down at Alistair and smiled. “That was...”
“Amazing?” he said smiling up at her. His face then became more serious and he stared up at her lovingly. “I love you, Zelda.”
Zelda stared at him in the same way. She bent down and kissed him on the lips. “I love you too, Alistair.” She laid next to him and kissed him again, deeper and passionate. Their bodies pressed against one another and Zelda could feel his length beginning to harden again against her thigh. “Alistair, you don’t feel like you’re done yet.”
Alistair chuckled. “It’s my first time being with a woman, and it happens to be with the most beautiful woman in the world. How could I not want you?”
Zelda pressed closer to him. “I have a feeling neither of us are going to get any sleep tonight.”
***
If Arawin had a choice, she’d be asleep right now. She was weary and the warmth of the fire along with its dance was making her sleepy. She would be pleased when the time came for her to go and wake Morrigan, who would have the next watch. Sleep would be a very good thing once she had it.
Her head turned in the direction of Zelda’s tent, and Arawin felt glad the potion was working. She couldn’t feel a thing, which was nice, although she couldn’t help but to feel a little jealous toward them. Zelda and Alistair seemed to have a connection that allowed them to be able to express their feelings for each other, yet nothing of the sort existed between her and Zevran. Then again, Arawin still wasn’t sure how she felt toward him, or what he felt toward her. She knew she accepted him as a friend, a good friend, but she also felt something more. It was growing even though Arawin tried to deny it. In the Gauntlet, Shianni had said it, but could she really trust a spirit who only looked like Shianni?
“Except that’s exactly what she would've said,” Arawin contemplated out loud. “The spirit might not have been her, but it certainly knew enough.” Arawin sighed and rested her head on the tree trunk. She closed her eyes and began listening to every sound of the forest. She needed to practice being aware of her surroundings, and she figured this was a good time. Something stirred next to her and she opened her eyes to find Zevran standing there in only a shirt and trousers, staring into the fire. “What are you doing?” she said, unsure if she wanted him there or not. Her heart fluttered a little as she wondered how long he had been there, or been close enough to hear her speaking to herself. “You don’t have watch tonight.”
“Does that mean you don’t want my company, then?” he asked smiling down at her. She could tell it was a forced smile. Something was bothering him and she wondered if it had to do with whatever had happened to him in the Gauntlet, just as what happened to her was still on her mind.
“I always love your company,” she said scooting over and patting the spot for him to sit down at. “I’m just more used to you sneaking and tackling me.”
“That is true,” he said sitting down. “But I thought it best to not tonight. Instead, I thought to go ahead and offer you my services. Does your shoulder still hurt?”
“Not really. After walking through that wall of fire, nothing hurts anymore, in my body at least. Although, if you still wish to give me a massage, I'll gladly take it.”
“As you wish.” Zevran positioned himself behind her as she removed her breastplate. His hands found her skin and they began to knead and massage muscles she didn’t know were sore. It felt good to have his hands on her and Arawin closed her eyes and lowered her head as he continued.
“You are very tight, Hermosa. Are you sure the wall of fire helped you?”
“Well we did fight a dragon afterwards, and I hung from it’s mouth for awhile. Anyone would be sore and tight after that.”
“Yes.” He worked his way down, continuing his work to her lower back. “And what about this part of you? Does it still hurt?”
Arawin couldn’t speak for a moment as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. It both felt good but also painful, and he stayed there noticing her lack of proper speech. “Morrigan... fixed it up,” she finally said.
“That’s good to hear.” He was close to her ear, whispering gently. Arawin felt him kiss her neck, moving her hair out of the way and nibbling her ear. She knew eventually this would happen, that they always ended their nights like this was a given. But there was something she needed to know first.
“Zevran... What happened to you in the Gauntlet?”
He stopped both his mouth and his hands. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because of the way you acted afterwards. It was not you, and... I just would like to know.”
Zevran sighed. “I will tell you, but only if you tell me about your own experience.”
Arawin looked back at him and saw he was serious. She had hoped he wouldn’t have brought up her own, but apparently he was curious about hers as well. “And why do you want to know about mine?”
“It’s only fair,” he said leaning against the tree and crossing his arms. “Don’t you think?”
“I think you’re hiding something. That there’s something in your past you don’t want me to know about, but... I guess I’m doing the same thing.” Arawin sighed heavily as she turned back to the fire. “I would tell you, I just don’t know if I can yet.”
“Then don’t,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want. I won’t force you.”
Arawin’s eyes darted to his and she saw them gleaming in the firelight. She turned away again. “It’s not like you haven’t figured it out anyway,” she said. “I’m sure you know most of it.”
“I don’t know, maybe I have it wrong, but you won’t say.”
Arawin knew that he had figured it out. He had seen the ring, talked to Shianni, what more did he need in order to know what happened to her? Yet Arawin in a way also knew what might have happened to him. Something in his past, something that had to do with another woman, a woman who’s name he didn’t even want to hear. Had he loved her? Had something awful enough happened to her that he didn’t even want to discuss it? Or maybe he did, but only if Arawin discussed her own past.
“Look,” he said. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, as I’m sure it’s nothing I need to worry about, so let’s just leave it at that.” Arawin turned back to him and nodded. “Besides, this is not the reason why I came to you tonight.”
“So you didn’t come to be nice, huh? To relieve me of my stress?” Arawin smiled at him, trying to break the tension that had built.
Zevran chuckled and smiled back. “I still can, but... Do you remember after Denerim, when you came to me?”
“Yes.”
“Well... now I need you.”
“Oh.” Arawin had remembered that, remembered what it was she needed from him. She had wanted a release, relief from the stress building inside her due to not seeing her cousin. She knew what it felt like, and if he needed it as well, then Arawin wasn’t going to deny him. She turned fully around and straddled his lap.
“I’m not going to ask you why you need this, as you didn’t ask me, so if you need me, then here I am.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Zevran smiled wickedly. Both their moods had changed rather fast. He brought her close and kissed her as his hands made their way to her back. He undid her breast band and dropped it to the side and began nibbling on her neck and shoulder.
“Hang on, what do you think you’re doing?” Arawin said pushing him away although it was hard for her to do.
“You said ‘here I am’.”
“Yeah, but you need me, remember? So you had better lay back and let me take care of you.” She planted her lips on his and began ruffing up his shirt and pulled it off over his head. His own hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. Arawin took them away and glared at him. “Do I need to tie you up again?”
“Are you really expecting me to keep my hands off you?” he said with mischief. “I can’t help it.”
“But then how am I suppose to help you? Now, I said lay back-” she went on her knees and pressed him hard against the tree. “-and let me take care of you. I promise this will be a night to make you forget your worries.”
***
It was early morning when Zelda awoke to find something wrapped around her waist. Alistair’s arm hugged her back close to his chest. She was curled into him feeling warm and safe. Yawning and stretching her arms, she felt him stir behind her. “Are you up, sleepy head?” she asked.
“Huh? Sort of,” he yawned. Zelda turned to face him in his arms and kissed him.
“Did you have a good night?”
“The best,” he said smiling at her. “What about you?”
“I don’t think I could've asked for better.”
“Hmm. You know, according to all the sisters at the monastery, we should have been struck by lightning by now.”
Zelda rubbed her nose on his. “Not for that performance.”
“Meaning it was so great that the Maker Himself has decided to spare us the usual punishment, right? Right? Aww. I guess that would explain why we’re still here.”
“Of course, and besides, if the Maker hasn’t struck Zevran and Arawin down by now, then I think we’re safe.”
Alistair leaned in and kissed her again, rubbing her back with one hand. “Do we really have to get up?” he whimpered.
“I’m afraid we do,” said Zelda. “There’s still a lot we have to get done. You can’t forget about Arl Eamon, now, can you?”
“No, you’re right. We should get dressed and get packed as soon as possible. The faster we get to Redcliffe, the better.”
Reluctant to let each other go, they soon were able to get up and get ready. Together they helped to dress one another and buckle their armor. Once they were done, they left the tent to find several of their companions already up and making breakfast.
“So it looks like you two had a good night,” Leliana said with a mischievous smile as she saw them both exit the tent. “Can I assume that you two connected in a different way last night?”
“Oh please don’t say that they did!” Morrigan moaned. She was on the other side of the fire plating food. “I was already having a bad enough night dealing with Zevran and Arawin’s activities. Does this mean that now we have to deal with you two as well?”
“You don’t have to deal with anything, Morrigan,” said Alistair. “Just start wearing earplugs.”
Morrigan narrowed her eyes at him. “Arawin and Zevran I can handle, as they are no different than when my mother brought men home with her. You two, however, I can only imagine would be more saintly and nauseating.”
“Oh stop it, Morrigan,” said Leliana as she brought both Alistair and Zelda a plate of food. “I think it's really nice that they finally consummated their relationship.” Her smile was huge as she looked at both of them.
“Right, is this going to be the new talk of the group?” Zelda asked.
“Yep, but don’t worry, it’s not a horrible thing.”
“What’s not horrible?” Arawin walked over to the fire, stretching her arms and yawning largely. Her hair was a mess and she made it worse as she ran her fingers through.
“What happened to you?” asked Leliana. “You look horrible.”
“Not much sleep, as you can guess.”
“I could have told you that,” said Morrigan.
“Yes, well,” Leliana went on. “We were just discussing Zelda and Alistair. They finally consummated last night.”
“Oh, so you did do it, huh?” Arawin said to Alistair. “That kind of makes me sad. I was really looking forward to calling you Alis the Virgin Prince.”
“Virgin Prince? So he is a virgin as well?” said Zevran coming behind Arawin.
“Was a virgin, but not after last night.”
“Really? And you didn’t invite me? I’m hurt.”
“Okay, enough talking about us,” said Zelda. “I think we need to discuss what’s next.”
“What’s next is I thought we were going back to Redcliffe,” said Leliana.
“Well yeah, that’s exactly what we’re doing. So I guess that means we need to pack up camp and get moving as quick as possible. I don’t know how much time we may have left. Also where is Wynne and Sten?”
“Sten accompanied Wynne into the forest to collect a few things,” Leliana said. “She wanted to gather more herbs and things for healing poultices before heading out.”
“Really? And why is Sten with her?”
“It’s rather interesting, really,” said Leliana. “You know how the Qunari don’t treat mages very well, and they see magic as bad? Well, apparently Sten has taken quite a shine to Wynne. He offered to go with her to make sure she wasn’t attacked or anything. Not that Wynne needs any protecting, but I think Sten likes her because she fixed his cloak for him. It was all torn and nasty due to all the fighting.”
“Wait,” said Alistair. “You mean Wynne actually sewed something for Sten, but she won’t even darn my socks?”
“Now don’t start that again,” said Zelda. “You know Wynne already told you no on that subject, but if you want her to do anything for you, then you have to ask.”
“But did he ask her?”
“I don’t know,” Leliana said. “I think Wynne just offered to do it. But I think Sten appreciates Wynne a little more because of her age and experience. The Qunari do hold such things as valuable.”
After eating and feeding the remains of breakfast to the dogs, everyone split to pack their own things. They were half way done when Wynne and Sten joined back with them.
“Wynne,” Zelda said going over to the mage. “Do you know how to scry?”
“Of course I do, dear,” she said. “It’s one of the many basics a mage learns at the tower.”
“So that means Esumi knows how to do it too?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good, because I’m going to need you to scry Redcliffe and make sure Arl Eamon is still alive, and to also tell Esumi that we've found the Urn and have the Ashes.”
“I can already tell you that the arl is alive,” said Wynne. “Esumi was going to contact me anyway if something happened, and since I haven’t heard from her, that should be a good sign. But yes, I will scry for her and tell her that we're on our way.”
“Thank you,” Zelda smiled. “I know she, along with everyone else, will be glad to hear we have succeeded.”

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins
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