[ He's not hurt. He barely manages to sound offended, and what sound he does accomplish is probably ruined by the comforting hand he rubs up and down Zevran's spine, not too gently. He does hate this, really: he'll be all right with the Wardens, himself. More than. It's what he's used to. But Zevran can only be so all right, this soon after what happened, and being present—that's what Alistair can do. What he does. Zev fixes socks and fetches breakfast and minds him like a child, and in return Alistair hangs around and Cares Intensely.
Maybe if he cares intensely from the valley it will still reach. ]
I'm sure you could find one. You have to make sure they know it's a temporary post, though, so no one's too brokenhearted when all of this is over.
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[ He's not hurt. He barely manages to sound offended, and what sound he does accomplish is probably ruined by the comforting hand he rubs up and down Zevran's spine, not too gently. He does hate this, really: he'll be all right with the Wardens, himself. More than. It's what he's used to. But Zevran can only be so all right, this soon after what happened, and being present—that's what Alistair can do. What he does. Zev fixes socks and fetches breakfast and minds him like a child, and in return Alistair hangs around and Cares Intensely.
Maybe if he cares intensely from the valley it will still reach. ]
I'm sure you could find one. You have to make sure they know it's a temporary post, though, so no one's too brokenhearted when all of this is over.