EXCITING NEWS: It doesn't kill them. Alistair might come close to killing Zevran, however, by landing directly on top of him, and not even in any remotely sexy way. Barely in a protective way, either. He does try; there's shielding intent to the way he curls, he thinks far enough ahead to drop his sword when yanked and let it be forever lost to the Fade. But there's way too much of his knee in Zevran's gut, on the landing, and Alistair rolls off of him as soon as he's oriented enough to know where the ground is.

There's a crowd. Not one gathering, one already there--holding back demons from the rift, perhaps, or watching to make sure there were none coming out without Zevran around to close it. Alistair tries to climb quickly to his feet and fails, because about midway up he realizes some of his ribs are broken. Nothing that can't be fixed, but slow climbing is good. He doesn't straighten all the way up.

"Maker's--they're alive," someone shouts from the back, and the news carries away in a fading, echo-y grapevine. Hopefully it will find its way to Cullen and the rest eventually.