"Well, all and all, I think that went rather well," Alistair said from behind her.
"The compromise was an unnecessary delay," Sten grunted, "killing all the beasts would have saved us time."
"Indeed," Morrigan said, "though I am not certain that would have lifted the curse. 'Twas perhaps the better path to take, in the end."
Kalindri had hoped that being amongst another Dalish tribe would bring a sense of normalcy. But she was wrong. The pangs of regret were only more intense.
Zathrien's tribe had been twisted and punished by his own folly. Just as the Sabrae had been punished by hers. Just as Tamlen had.
And now here she was: a woman saved from a death sentence by a death sentence. The last of two people who could possibly save this forsaken country and perhaps all Thedas. Creators, she never asked for this. She had never asked for anything.
"Hey." Kalindri shook from her dwelling to notice Alistair walking beside her. He reached down and took her small hand in his big one, squeezing gently. "Everything alright?" he asked with smile.
A warm tilting of his lips. That's all it was. But it was pure and sweet. She returned both gestures as best she could, but she could still feel the sadness on her face.
The shadow of worry crossed the other Grey Warden's features. Without breaking stride, he leaned over and kissed her forehead tenderly. She felt herself blush. And with the blush came something else. A mark of joy, beaming from cheek to cheek.
Somewhere behind them, Morrigan retched.