Zevran hops down. That's well enough, since Alistair still hadn't thought of a plan or an end to that sentence. With Zevran on the ground he shuts up and drops obediently to join him, to sit in the hay next to the blanket and begin picking out the handful of tiny splinters he managed to get stuck in his arms. It doesn't hurt.
"It's a good idea," he says, but he does understand, sort of. Even if his own role was very much hero's sidekick, now with a side of quiet disgrace, he doesn't like the way people look at him sometimes. He can't be what they want. He flicks one of the splinters away and reaches for Zevran's glowing hand instead. Aiming to inspect it. As if he'd be able to tell if it's getting worse.
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Date: 2016-07-03 04:32 am (UTC)Zevran hops down. That's well enough, since Alistair still hadn't thought of a plan or an end to that sentence. With Zevran on the ground he shuts up and drops obediently to join him, to sit in the hay next to the blanket and begin picking out the handful of tiny splinters he managed to get stuck in his arms. It doesn't hurt.
"It's a good idea," he says, but he does understand, sort of. Even if his own role was very much hero's sidekick, now with a side of quiet disgrace, he doesn't like the way people look at him sometimes. He can't be what they want. He flicks one of the splinters away and reaches for Zevran's glowing hand instead. Aiming to inspect it. As if he'd be able to tell if it's getting worse.