"I told Leliana to be sure." Whatever happened to him, they needed to live. If he failed, they could rally the rest, could pull this forward into something else. She'd understood. However strange he might find her now- she understands. For that there are no words he can say to express his gratitude.

Though it probably isn't what Alistair wants to hear.

He sags where he stands for a moment, for two, out this far he's sure most aren't lingering for some manner of glimpse of him, and if they saw this? He wouldn't care. He is allowed a few moments to be mortal. To be Zevran. Of course as soon as he's comfortable Alistair pushes him back and the blanket falls, wracking Zevran with minute tremors he fights to suppress out of habit. "Do what?"

Oh. "I was out of luck a decade ago. This is all just...extra."