He has the most unfortunate case of "Thierin Nose" I have seen.

[ It is a slimmer, more delicate version of it, to be true, but when he is grown? So too shall it settle into what is on Alistair's own face. ]

You and Leliana. I honestly thought better of you both.

[ He is not angry, not so- but he is disappointed. A ritual came and went, a life was made, the boy has strange dreams-


But he is a boy. A child. Why do they not see that? ]

I tell him stories- teach him how to play the lute. He calls me uncle.