"We do that," she admits. Few know it, these days, but she has long considered herself more Fereldan than Orlesian. Now she hardly knows what she is. The fate of Thedas comes before the fate of any one country. "Although I suspect lecturing people is not a purely Fereldan past time. What do you think, Luciano? It's not Fereldan at all, is it?"

Her free hand sneaks though the air, fingers waving animatedly, a rival for his attention. Hopefully Zevran will never tell anyone about this. Ever.

"I imagine Alistair playing suitor comes with a number of requirements for any candidate," she replies, eyebrow quirking a little. There a pause before she continues. "You should. Love is the greatest gift that there is, Zevran. If the Maker has shown me anything at all, it is that love is the most powerful force, and the most precious." She believes that still, even with what she has made herself become, how the world has twisted. The Calling pulls at Alistair, and she doesn't really want to touch on the possibility of his impending death. "Do you have doubts?"