"Ten years ago," Alistair says. It's only a token protest. He knows Zevran is good, he knows Zevran can take care of himself—except when he doesn't, and comes back bleeding—and the fact that the sentiment apparently isn't mutual stings as much as anything. He kneels there, useless and rebuffed, until he remembers to feel stupid as well and sits down flat on the ground.
He almost asks if Zevran has thread and brandy, but he probably does, and Alistair doesn't have the stomach to demonstrate his uselessness again unnecessarily.
He should probably leave.
He says, "Nice of you, to think of the camp," instead, which might be passive aggressive if it weren't so damned obvious.
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Date: 2016-07-08 02:50 am (UTC)He almost asks if Zevran has thread and brandy, but he probably does, and Alistair doesn't have the stomach to demonstrate his uselessness again unnecessarily.
He should probably leave.
He says, "Nice of you, to think of the camp," instead, which might be passive aggressive if it weren't so damned obvious.