"Not bad," Alistair says quickly, shrinking against the concern. Maybe this is why Wardens don't have many friends outside the Order. "It's quiet. I could have a year." He drinks his stolen wine, unrepentant. "Or it could have something to do with—I don't know. It shouldn't happen this way. Not to all of us at once. I know Wardens who haven't been with us six months yet who are still hearing it. And you have your Breach. Maybe the weakness in the Veil, or."

Something.

"If I can stay here, I can keep looking into it." He nudges his shoulder up under Zevran's hand. "You have to promise not to do the sad eyes."