"Can I open my eyes yet?" she asks, walking carefully as Alistair gently held his hands over her eyes.
"Not yet, just a few more steps and we'll be at the table."
"If you say so…"
He soon stops, removing his hands. "Have a look, thought you needed a new one."
She looks down at the table, a pale blade sitting upon it. "A sword, you remembered."
"Not just any sword. It's made especially for you. Although, it was hard to find a smith to make it with the materials we had." Alistair grins, "You recognize what the blade's made of?"
"Dragonbone." his fellow warden says.
"Heavy.. but very deadly. Only the best for you, my love." he teases.
"After all, we did slay that dragon together. If you can call something like that.. romantic?"
"It's perfect, thank you." She giggles, blushing slightly.
"Now, that's not all.. but if you can wait a few days the smith promised to have the dragonbone armor by then."
"Armor too? You sure know how to treat a lady. I suppose I can wait, might as well kill some Darkspawn to pass the time. Thank you Alistair."
He chuckles, giving her a cheeky smile as he picked up the sword and handed it to her.