AN: I love this conversation between the two Chantry sisters in Denerim, but I thought, with some editing on my part, it is well suited for teasing Leliana as well!!! This is set just after Leliana joins the group and Alistair is still bummed about Ostagar.
Elissa watched Alistair from the corner of her eye as she stirred the stew for this night's dinner. He was slumped against a log close to the fire, staring off into the flames. She chewed her bottom lip worriedly. She missed the Alistair from before the horrifying events of Ostagar, and while she knew it was unlikely that Alistair would ever come back, she would settle for at least a smile from the one that sat before her. Sighing, she turned her attention to the newest member of their little party. She wasn't quite sure about Leliana; Elissa found her a little unnerving. Elissa grinned suddenly. She knew the perfect way to cheer up Alistair and in turn perhaps unnerve Leliana.
"Stew's ready." She ladled out the stew and waited for everyone to return to their places. "I think it would only be fitting to give thanks to the Maker for the blessings he has provided for us before we dig in."
Morrigan groaned and walked back to her own fire, Sten returned to his usual post, expressionless as always, while Leliana was nodding her head enthusiastically. Alistair merely sighed, set his stew aside, and folded his hands together in prayer. Elissa had been counting on his deeply ingrained Chantry upbringing to quell any complaints from him.
"Would you like me to pray Elissa?" Leliana was quite eager, her face shining.
"Um…no thanks. I've got this one." Elissa dramatically clasped her hands in front of her and bowed her head. She saw Leliana and Alistair do the same.
"The one who repents, who has faith unshaken by the darkness of the world, and roasts not, nor gloats over…."
"Boasts, Elissa," Leliana whispered softly "It's boasts, not roasts." Alistair was still staring at the ground.
Elissa frowned slightly and continued. "She shall know the peas of the Maker's benediction. The light shall…."
"Peace…She shall know the peace of the Maker's benediction." Leliana's voice wasn't quite as soft this time. Elissa peeked over at Alistair who was now looking at her quizzically. She gave him a quick wink and bowed her head again.
"The Veal," at that, she heard Alistair stifle a snort of laughter, but didn't dare look at him, "holds no uncertainty for her, and she will know no fear of death…."
"Veil." Leliana voice was quite clipped now and Elissa could feel Leliana eyes on her. She risked a glance at Alistair and saw that his face was flushed with suppressed laughter. Trying to keep her own mirth in check, Elissa continued. "She will know no fear of death, for the Maker shall be her bacon and her shield…."
"Beacon!!! The Maker shall be her…." Leliana sputtered indignantly as Elissa clamped her hands over her mouth to stop from laughing, and Alistair quivered from holding it in.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?!?!" Leliana glared at Elissa and stomped off to her tent while Alistair and Elissa broke into howls of laughter.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Alistair smiled at Elissa. "I like your version of the Chant better. I wonder why nobody ever taught me that version when I was a templar." Sitting down beside him, Elissa grinned back, inordinately pleased at seeing that smile on his face again. Her task complete, the Grey Warden returned to the pressing duty of emptying the stew pot before he did.