(To make up for my hiatus, I'm giving you guys a Oneshot based on the add-on Witch Hunt for Dragon Age Origins on PS3! Hope you like it!)
Arianne stared at the mage as they followed the warden. He was impeccably clean, almost ridiculously so. This was matched only by his annoying neatness. Everything about this squeamish human disgusted the Dalish elf, yet somehow she couldn't stop staring at him. Truth be told, the only other 'mages' she'd ever seen were the Keeper of her clan and the Keeper's apprentice, but in battle even their healing skills did not compare to Finn's. Now that she thought of it, she wouldn't even be on this trail through Cadash Thaig had it not been for Finn healing her when he did in the basement of the Mages' Tower. The warden's dog hiked its leg on a statue honoring something called a golom. The urin trickled down to pool at her feet, soaking into her leather boots. Her nose crinkled in disgust: why was she happy about being here again? "Perhaps the dog needs some privacy?"
Finn smirked. "Well I guess he's gotta go somewhere." He caught Arianne's eye and smiled a bit, tilting his head.
Arianne found herself lost in the mage's gaze, mind travelling to wonderous places...
"Do you ever wish you could just piss anywhere you wanted and not have to worry about people staring at you?"
Arriane's eyes widened and she shook her head in disbelief. "No! Why, do you?"
Finn blushed. "Uh, n-no! Of course not!"
Arriane rolled her eyes and returned to the task at hand: they had to get all the lights of Arlathan to power the shard of the Eluvian. This was the only way to find Morrigan, though her hand throbbed with pain. Come to think of it, why exactly did Finn feel the need to slice her hand wide open? She understood that the spell needed her blood to locate the lights, but why not her finger or leg or some place where there weren't so many nerves? Interrupting her thoughts, the warden unsheathed her sword and charged at a Hurlock. Arriane charged in as well, attacking a Genlock Emmissary.
When the battle was won, Arriane wiped the blood off her daggers and sheathed them. She heard a groan from behind, and turned to see Finn fall to his knees. Instinctively, she ran to him and caught him before he fell completely. He was bleeding from several lacerations, his staff laying beside him. "I...cannot cast a spell. Need...lyrium..." He coughed hard, blood coming up.
Arriane quickly reached into her pack and pulled out some bandages, dressing Finn's wounds to the best of her ability. She then took out a large vial of blue liquid; the last master lyrium potion they had. She tipped it up to the mage's lips and let it slowly pour into his mouth, allowing him to swallow rathur than gulp. When the potion was gone, Finn smiled and closed his eyes. "Thank-you," he whispered.
Taken aback by the thanks, Arriane blushed a bit. "Y-you're welcome." She found the warmth of his body rather comforting.
Finn nestled into Arriane's lap. "Mmm...you smell nice. Is that...elfroot? And ginger..."
Arriane blinked in disbelief. Was she being complimented? By this snivveling neat freak shem mage? And yet, it was nice. "Actually, it's called Andraste's Grace." She realized that Finn was asleep, snoring lightly as he lay on her lap. She sighed, looking over to see the warden standing there watching. She blushed deeper, but didn't try to wake Finn. The warden smirked and sat on a rock, watching for any threats. As she looked at Arriane, she couldn't help but remember the members of her party during the blight, and how she'd occasionally be in Arriane's position, holding Zevran.
Arriane looked down at Finn. "Maybe you're not so bad after all," she whispered.