"I do not know what you want me to say." It is unfair- and Alistair knows he is being unfair and Zevran is too cold, too overwhelmed, too afraid of this thing in his hand and the rather sudden enormity of what's before him that needs to be done to try to think of the most soothing words for Alistair's distress.
It should be easy but- it isn't. Just this once he wishes the tables turned- that he might lean and Alistair might hold fast. Perhaps that, too, is unfair of him and his shoulder slump, curling in against the cold. The thought occurs that he should return to the fire when the blanket is dumped upon him again- tugging it so he can peer through the makeshift hood as he wraps it tight about himself takes but a moment. "...That is not nearly as terrifying as you might think."
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Date: 2016-06-28 08:05 pm (UTC)It should be easy but- it isn't. Just this once he wishes the tables turned- that he might lean and Alistair might hold fast. Perhaps that, too, is unfair of him and his shoulder slump, curling in against the cold. The thought occurs that he should return to the fire when the blanket is dumped upon him again- tugging it so he can peer through the makeshift hood as he wraps it tight about himself takes but a moment. "...That is not nearly as terrifying as you might think."