Alistair, first of all: Alistair sees him slip away and doesn't follow right away. He has Wardens saluting him, asking for direction. Someone says the words senior, surviving, and southern in succession, which is very sibilant and very scary. The ribs provide him a good excuse to sit down when his head spins. Wrapping them up takes some time. Handing the organization of the Wardens' fortress clean-up off to a disgruntled Cassandra takes additional time.
Then he goes looking. He'd said he would help clean up, and he means it. He brings a healer, a young Warden with large, overwhelmed eyes who's under the impression she'll be helping him with his internal organs or something instead of helping the Inquisitor with a bloody stump. He doesn't bring Leliana, but she's not far behind, because she's too clever for anyone's good.
"Zevran?" he asks when he ducks around the doorway--the right one, after four that weren't--and then stops short. Too soon. Blighted-- "Let's pick another room," he tries, turning to herd the mage out ahead of him, like this is still really about his stupid ribs, but in addition to too soon it's now too late.
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Date: 2016-07-09 08:09 am (UTC)Alistair, first of all: Alistair sees him slip away and doesn't follow right away. He has Wardens saluting him, asking for direction. Someone says the words senior, surviving, and southern in succession, which is very sibilant and very scary. The ribs provide him a good excuse to sit down when his head spins. Wrapping them up takes some time. Handing the organization of the Wardens' fortress clean-up off to a disgruntled Cassandra takes additional time.
Then he goes looking. He'd said he would help clean up, and he means it. He brings a healer, a young Warden with large, overwhelmed eyes who's under the impression she'll be helping him with his internal organs or something instead of helping the Inquisitor with a bloody stump. He doesn't bring Leliana, but she's not far behind, because she's too clever for anyone's good.
"Zevran?" he asks when he ducks around the doorway--the right one, after four that weren't--and then stops short. Too soon. Blighted-- "Let's pick another room," he tries, turning to herd the mage out ahead of him, like this is still really about his stupid ribs, but in addition to too soon it's now too late.
"Zevran?" again, but this time very Orlesian.