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“I have come all this way to be with my lover for the first time in months, and what do I find? She has left the bed quite cold, and poor me, all alone,” he says, the blanket wrapped up over his shoulders, around him. He makes his way to the desk, where the lone candle burns low, flickering as she writes. “What has stolen you away, hmm?” He leans over behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder, as he pulls the blanket over her as well. She writes quickly and cleanly, allocating troops, directing the presence of Wardens in Ferelden.
“More Darkspawn sightings,” she says, low and under her breath, “near the Coast.” It’s in the tone of her voice, the way her quill attacks the parchment – concern. Worry. Zevran settles himself on the armrest of her chair and ensures the blanket covers around her completely. He leans into her, his head resting against hers.
“Perhaps an earthquake has shifted a tunnel which was once blocked? These could be strays,” he says. He knows a few of the names she is sending to scout this incursion. Experienced. She is taking no chances with this one.
“It’s what I’m hoping, but it seems unlikely,” Noya says. “Something is driving them to the surface.” He twists a lock of her hair between his fingers, watches as she signs her name with a flourish. She leans against him, sighs, and closes her eyes. He presses the kiss to the crown of her head. She lets go of the quill, rests her hand on his knee, and his hand settles over hers.
“You are freezing, my love. Come back to bed with me,” he says. He holds her hand in his as he stands, lures her from where she sits. To her feet, back to the bed which welcomes them utterly. Collapsing into each other, wrapped around each other, her face pressed into his chest.
“I could be sending those men to their deaths,” she says.
“It could also be nothing,” he says. “Things have been so quiet. One sighting does not mean that is changing.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Aren’t I always?” The begrudging smile, and she rubs her face against him. She rolls over him, pinning Zevran beneath her. His hands move slowly against the curves of her, while their feet tangle together.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she says as she crosses her arms, settles her chin on her hands. Zevran smiles up at her, his hair mussed from the pillow and from sleep. There are dark circles under his eyes, evidence of his long journey here. A little thinner, in need of proper meals, but he is here… and staying. For her. She shifts forward, kisses him properly.
“I am quite glad I’m here as well, amor,” Zevran tells her.