Vigil and Memories
Sabriel Tabiris lay unmoving under the soft blankets. The edges had been lovingly tucked around her.
The faintest of smiles touched the corner of his mouth seeing the tender kindness of Wynne. She beat me to it I see. But the smile faded and his face held deep lines of worry.
She looks so much smaller without armor on. He thought as he looked over her lithe figure. They had hardly taken their armor off these passed few days, he was struck by how delicate and fragile she looked.
He leaned over and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and tucked it gentle behind Sabriel's pointed ear.
"My love," he breathed so softly he almost didn't hear himself. "Please. Please come back to me. Please Sabriel. I need you."
The injuries she had sustained during the battle with the archdemon were mostly healed but nothing it seemed could heal her soul. Her body lives and yet she's not here. He sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair.
"What good did it do to go through that horrible night with Morrigan if I lose you now?" He could not suppress a shudder as memories from that night fluttered up. He tried to lock it away in his mind, bury it so deep he wouldn't ever think of it again. His eyes roved around the room. Arl Eamon had been very kind in letting them stay in his estate in Denerim, even though he did not hide the resentment he felt in Alistair refusing to take the throne.
"I didn't ever want to be king! I don't know why Eamon set his hopes on it so much." He looked back to Sabriel. "Only you had listened to me then. Only you wanted to know what I wanted. Anora would do just fine, just as she always had."
There was a soft knock at the door. Alistair ignored it. He didn't feel like talking or seeing anyone.
The door opened.
"Pardon my rude interruption my friend but Wynne asked me to let you know that the food is ready." The thick Antivan accent let Alistair know right away that it was Zeveran who stood at the door. "Our fearless leader will not go anywhere while you get some food into your stomach."
He waited a moment before continuing.
"If you'd like, I could stay with her while you eat."
"No!" Alistair said a little too quickly. "Uh… well what I mean is… I'd-"
The elf smiled impishly and gestured for Alistair to stay where he was. "Calm yourself Alistair. I will not tear you from the side of your love. I was only doing as Wynne asked me to do."
Zeveran turned to go then paused. "Do not think you are the only one who cares for her Alistair."
Alistair whirled around "What…" but Zeveran had already gone.
Sneaky bastard.
There was a soft sigh from the other side of the room and Alistair remembered that Falderan, Sabriel's mibari had stayed by his master's side.
"You can go get some dinner if you'd like Falderan." He said looking over.
Falderan wagged his tail a little and then whimpered softly and laid his head on his front paws. He obviously felt the same way Alistair did.
"I know my hairy friend. I know just how you feel." He said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You know, I wonder sometimes why she fell in love with me. Sometimes I can't believe that she, the wonderful very special person that she is, wants me."
He wasn't sure why he was saying all of this to the mibari but it felt better to talk.