Complications. He doesn't want more complications. He wants to sit here and put his chin on Zevran's head and let the green ebb and flow of the light in his hand and the stupid song in Alistair's head and the fire coalesce into something soothing instead of distracting and scary. It might be impossible, period, but it's definitely impossible while also thinking about Morrigan.
"Maybe the dreamwalking is how he found it," he offers. "He seems nice. But if you think he's hiding something I can hold him down and you can rub snow on his head until he talks."
"Solad"
Complications. He doesn't want more complications. He wants to sit here and put his chin on Zevran's head and let the green ebb and flow of the light in his hand and the stupid song in Alistair's head and the fire coalesce into something soothing instead of distracting and scary. It might be impossible, period, but it's definitely impossible while also thinking about Morrigan.
"Maybe the dreamwalking is how he found it," he offers. "He seems nice. But if you think he's hiding something I can hold him down and you can rub snow on his head until he talks."