[ Zevran's hand continues to move through Alistair's hair, as soothing a gesture as he knows. Stepping forward to solve his problems for him-
Alistair is a man grown, this is his to mind. But Beleth is...something. A friend of sorts, he supposes, and she has been wounded in this enough for him to put forth the effort to smooth things over. ]
I'll speak to her tonight. Sooner is better than later.
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Alistair is a man grown, this is his to mind. But Beleth is...something. A friend of sorts, he supposes, and she has been wounded in this enough for him to put forth the effort to smooth things over. ]
I'll speak to her tonight. Sooner is better than later.
[ He reaches down, plucking up the ring. ]