"I would consider that carefully before you make up your mind," Leliana says. There's some humor slipping back in--the old Leliana--now that they seem to have reached some form of wobbly, unstable agreement that will at least temporarily keep Zevran's limbs attached. "We have access to quite a lot of gold."

Alistair unties the rope. When Zevran's arm is free he takes hold of it--gently--with his large hand wrapped around to rub up and down Zevran's forearm to encourage the blood along, to shorten the time when the return of sensation will hurt.

"I'll get him to bed," he offers.

Leliana says, "Ha." Untrusting.