It wasn't blasphemy to sit in front of a chantry brother with only a sheet tucked onto your front and your shirt somewhere in the room. In that case the warden commander had no other choice. To be true Sebastian only faced her back and he didn't aks why an elf came here. He suspected that she just wanted to seek shelter but something about her was amiss. She didn't act like a normal elf from the Kirkwall Alienage for they usually never leave the Alienage all along. if he had known she was the Warden Commander he wouldn't do this but she sounded so familiar, well with her accent she certainly came from Starkhaven. Although she claimed to be Ferledan by heart. It was another question Sebastian didn't dare to keep track on.
At that moment he only concentrates on her back, a sheet of paper was laying beside him showing some kind of symbols. She told him that she needed them on her back and that she couldn't go to anyone else. He could have sent her to Hawke or to another Chantry sister but she was determined that he should to it, t wasn't really hard to draw some symbols on someones back. He was also thankful for the bedsheet she tucked in front of her.
As Sebastian sit there and trying so hard not to make anything wrong he had time to observe the elf in front of him. She had bright red hair, blue eyes and very pale skin tone. Her hair was hold together in two short ponytails if he wasn't a brother of the faith he would do things to her…abruptly he shook his head, sending little prayers to the Maker and his Bride.
"I hope the Maker doesn't see this as a sin…" she murmured and only heard Sebastian chuckle behind her. He doubt the Maker would see it as a sin when he helped others in dire need. Well not in dire need but it was need after all.
"No I think He can forgive me."
With that Sebastian dipped the brush into the black coulor and started a new symbol on her back. It was very soothing to find someone with a steady hand. Her Grey Warden brother couldn't do that and she certainly would never ask Oghren to make this symbols. So she came to Kirkwall or was here by chance.
She also tried to avoid almost anyone…well in fact she doesn't want to know anyone here. This city leaves a bad taste in her mouth and with her being a mage it could be worse. Although no one was trying to take her which surprised her far less as she found out that Cullen was Knight-Captain here. Maybe he told them to stay away from her.
Neria was so deep in thoughts that she didn't even recognize it when her 'faithful' chantry nuzzled the crook of her neck which brought her right back in the room. This was really strange why would he do that?
"What are you…doing?" Neria asked cautiously to remind him what he was or what he was doing. Instead of an answer she got feather light kisses on her neck and her left shoulder and a hand which came very close to her breasts but before he could touch her the door sprang open.
"Choirboy! Hawke needs you to come with us. It has something to do with the Vicount-" Varric abruptly stopped when he saw the scene and let out a chuckle. He retreated very slowly, this would be an interesting story.
"Varric! Don't! Don't make a story out of this!" But the dwarf was gone and probably telling stories in any second.
"Don't fret, the Warden Commander gets many stories this time of year.." Neria said with a smile and placed her lips against his own. The face he made was just priceless.