"Leliana." He murmurs, gently. It is impossible not to feel that sudden shift in tension, not to notice how she is so unused to so simple a thing. Many a night they drank and draped over one another by the fire. For warmth. For camaraderie. And now it is so foreign...it saddens him deeply, this.

Carefully and deliberately- Lucci tucked into one arm- Zevran reaches up to rest a warm, calloused hand along her cheek. It is so small a thing, this, but it has meaning.

"Give yourself a little room to breathe, yes? With your duties. And with Morrigan."