'I agree.' He leaned down and kissed her forehead. 'I will be.'Īlistair cracked a small smile. 'Are you all right?'Īfter another long silence, she nodded at him, her eyes clear. Then Alistair halted her with a gentle hand to her shoulder. The moment their business in the Assembly was concluded, Sereda strode out of the hall and the town, not stopping until they were halfway down the mountain. 'I thought you'd never ask.' She followed him in, and was in his arms almost before the fabric fell closed behind them. I miss inns.' He chuckled, and she gestured toward the half open flap. 'Plus far more practice than I want to think about. She pounded in the last stake, then saw him watching her. Sereda pitched her tent - she had learned well in the months since Ostegar, and could now put hers up faster than Alistair did his. 'I will.' Alistair took the cloth from the basin and wrung it out, before laying it on Sereda's forehead, his eyes never leaving her face as Wynne backed out of the tent. Wynne hesitated, but his eyes pled with her, and she relented. 'Once she sweats out the poison from her wound, the fever will break. Wynne touched her forehead Alistair knelt at her other side. Sereda lay on the bedroll, unconscious, cheeks flushed with fever.

'As long as you don't mind sharing.' She immediately dove inside, dodging the first raindrops. Now please let me in?'Īlistair lifted the tent flap aside. 'I'll take all the camping lessons you want later. 'It's not like we needed them in the Deep Roads! And on the trip to Ostegar, one of the other Wardens always took care of it.' Grinning, Alistair shook his head she let out a sharp sigh. Sereda Aeducan tore her attention away from the ominous dark clouds to Alistair's shocked expression. 'What do you mean, you don't know how to put up a tent?'

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