All the more reason to check in with him tomorrow. The aftermath hadn't lasted near as long as Zevran might have wished before Cade wound himself so tight as to undo all the good they'd managed- but tomorrow was a new day. Perhaps he'd be more settled.

And perhaps Nugs would fly over Skyhold. Actual nugs, not stuffed ones.

Zevran sat back in his chair, still cutting wedges of what was left of the apple for himself, neither angry nor concerned. He was, as ever, visibly relaxed no matter what had occurred. "Sleep well, Cade."