SPOTS

After, when they were resting, legs tangled, heart slowing, Sten spoke.

"I have an answer to a question, Kadan."

"Oh?" she was languidly stroking his eyebrows. "What question is that?"

"Your....spots. You have them on your nose." His fingers trailed across them, making her tickle half-way to a sneeze. "And here." He trailed across her upper chest. "I approve of these.

"I wished to see if you were spotted elsewhere. You are not." Sten added this last in a severe tone.

"Quanari women do not have freckles?"

"Freck...ells. I do not know this word."

"Freckles. Umm...little spots where the skin is thin, and hit by the sun."

"Morrigan has no such spots, and she is most...exposed."

"True. Not everyone gets them." She settled against his chest, warmed by the weight of his hand on her back. Soon they would have to get up, but not yet.

"So, Sten, you have learned something new about Fereldon. Will this be in your report to the Aantom?"

He sighed. "Somehow, Kadan, I think not."