Zevran is broad-enough shouldered as far as elves go, but they're still pretty narrow shoulders to be carrying all that weight. Belatedly, Alistair feels like an asshole for having been upset. Which is why he twists his hand around to catch and cover Zevran's—that and the warmth.

"Do the Crows know about you?" Follow-up question. "They wouldn't try anything now, would they?"