[ This isn't out of nowhere, exactly. It's still fairly recently a new year, which prompts these sorts of questions. And at the moment, in the middle of the night, wide awake from the lingering creepiness of an unsettling-but-not-terrifying dream, Alistair is trying to think happy thoughts, like: if they stop Corypheus and Alistair gets to live his whole thirty-ish years, he might live to be older than his rotten philandering vanishing-into-nothing father was when he vanished into nothing, rottenly, probably while philandering. Take that.
That's not actually relevant. It's just what gets him thinking and makes him shift to prod Zevran with his knee. Hopefully he hasn't fallen back asleep. If he has, too bad. This is important. ]
Zev. How old are you?
[ In his defense, being a little uncertain of how old one's siblings are is a common occurrence even among Actual Siblings who were Actually Raised Together. ]
NOW or whenever
That's not actually relevant. It's just what gets him thinking and makes him shift to prod Zevran with his knee. Hopefully he hasn't fallen back asleep. If he has, too bad. This is important. ]
Zev. How old are you?
[ In his defense, being a little uncertain of how old one's siblings are is a common occurrence even among Actual Siblings who were Actually Raised Together. ]