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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[byblow]

In that case I'm definitely out.

[ He is no longer serious. Was no longer serious; he is already switching back to his serious voice. ]

She could be around more than me. For Lucci.

[ombranera]

You are not.

[ He snorts a soft laugh, shifting to tuck his cheek against Alistair's shoulder. ] He needs his uncle as much as he needs her.

[byblow]

I won't always be around. I mean— [ He doesn't even mean dying. The Wardens will need rebuilding, darkspawn will need killing. But he abandons that train of thought, because it's depressing and he doesn't want to argue. ] If you do ever need me to stay somewhere else, I promise I won't cry or ah—throw any precious heirlooms at walls. This time.

[ombranera]

Enough of this talk. [ Careful as to not jostle his son, Zevran shifts enough to be curled half on top of Alistair, as is his custom. Draped upon him much like a cat. ] You have as much a right to my bed as Mia- she is Fereldan. She understands these things. You belong here, with us. We are family. Why is it that I am the one that is most certain about this?

[byblow]

I'm not uncertain. I'm just—

[ His tone is just as defensive as if Zevran had called him a liar or a thief, but it's followed shortly by a relenting noise and an arm hooked up around him. He doesn't want to talk about his stupid feelings. ]

What do you get when you cross a rabbit and a frog?

[ombranera]

Some manner of pun, I am certain- but do tell.

[ He tips his face up enough to peer at Alistair through the darkness, eyes glinting in the dim light. ]

I am, as we elves say, All ears.

[byblow]

[ Alistair makes a noise that's midway between a laugh and augh. As if he has any right to protest Zevran's joke, given what he's about to say: ]

A bunny ribbit.

[ombranera]

...that is terrible. [ He snorts all the same, shaking his head. ] Tell that one to Lucci in the morning. He will giggle for an hour.