[ It's sharp; a preface for don't say that, maybe even using his rare ability to sound fully commanding. But Zevran looks small, and cold, and unhappy even from the back. Alistair swallows it back. If nothing else—if he can't really understand—he can remember desperately, sincerely wishing he'd died at Ostagar, and how being told to snap out of it didn't help at all.
He stands up and brings a blanket up with him. Not for him. He's bare chested but just fine, very hardy and Fereldan and all of that. He drops it around Zevran's shoulders instead and stands next to him without touching him, because the urge to shake him by the shoulders until he loves himself as much as everyone else does is very strong and also very unhelpful. ]
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[ It's sharp; a preface for don't say that, maybe even using his rare ability to sound fully commanding. But Zevran looks small, and cold, and unhappy even from the back. Alistair swallows it back. If nothing else—if he can't really understand—he can remember desperately, sincerely wishing he'd died at Ostagar, and how being told to snap out of it didn't help at all.
He stands up and brings a blanket up with him. Not for him. He's bare chested but just fine, very hardy and Fereldan and all of that. He drops it around Zevran's shoulders instead and stands next to him without touching him, because the urge to shake him by the shoulders until he loves himself as much as everyone else does is very strong and also very unhelpful. ]
I'm glad you were born.