Leliana is quiet for a moment, looking at him. It might be sympathy. It might be judgment for the outburst. Maybe some of both. "We can discuss it when you are sober," she says eventually, "and have had some rest. If you wish things to change we much change them carefully. Your image is half our power. Regardless, we need you and your hand for now. This is bigger than your life. It is bigger than my life. It is certainly bigger than Alistair's feelings."

Another Look. Not knowing, only disdainful, get moving. Alistair's feeling are presently sulking, silently but also very loudly, and he stomps closer to untie Zevran's arm but doesn't do it, yet, one hand resting on the rope but waiting for Zevran to agree to it. Not Leliana's call.