"You know we are not supposed to be here." Nathaniel whispered as he followed the cloaked woman around the corner, pressing himself against the wall as she did to avoid a guards attention.

"You worry too much, Howe." She replied softly, her voice rich with an orlesian accent sounded almost musical as it always did.

"Selinis, are you sure it is here?" he asked again as they rounded another corner.

"Stroud sent me to get the package. If you are that nervous, you could always go back to camp. I am sure Lina would love some of your company." She teased before running across the street and tumbling around a corner, forcing him to do the same to keep up.

"I am not leaving you to do this alone, Elf." He said as he looked around to see if the coast is clear.

Selinis smirked and pulled the deep hold back off her head, causing her long silver-white hair to tumble down her shoulders to nearly her waist. Shaking her hair loose she looked over her shoulder at her companion and sighed. "Why do you worry so much?"

Nathaniel watched her for a moment before a smile curled the edge of his mouth. "Because you never do. Someone has to keep you from getting in over your head."

She chuckled and crossed the small cul-de-sac looking for the dead drop that she had been sent for. "Howe, you should watch yourself. You don't want the rest of the wardens thinking you actually care about me, do you?"

"You mean like Anders?" he said focusing on her.

She froze still as she bent over to get the package and sighed before standing up straight. Anders, she thought bitterly. Anders was gone, his mind was no longer her own and she knew it, though she had never told anyone so. It was the least she could do for one of the few friends she had ever had. Despite what everyone had thought when she and the Apostate had begun to be seen together, they had never so much as held hands. He spoke to her of his past and friends, as did she. They realized that they were a lot alike, and a friendship of sorts grew. At least until he had left.

It hadn't been all bad though, with Anders gone, Nathaniel had opened up to her more and in the years Anders disappearance, she and Howe had become friends. It made her think sometimes, why did Nathaniel wait to speak to her, did he believe she and Anders were lovers?

"Anders was a friend, nothing more, Howe." She said her voice growing cold as she stuffed the package into her cloak.

He watched her move and recognised the cold demeanour she put on like a second skin. She always did so when Anders was mentioned. He knew they had never been lovers, but he would not deny that they had some kind of connection. Damn you Anders, he thought as he sighed. He at first had though Selinis was a cold hearted bitch, just like everyone else, but over time he realised that it was the only way she could protect herself. He recognised it as what he did himself. It was the reason he had spoke to her after Anders left, he saw she needed someone to talk to.

"I know that, Selinis. But he did mean more to you than you admit, only a fool would think otherwise."

She sighed again and turned to face him, her ice blue eyes focusing on his own. "He was a dear friend, as you are Howe." She said simply.

"You know, he's here."

Selinis raised a brow at her companion. "What?"

Nathaniel took a step towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Stroud told me he was living here, in Kirkwall. Apparently he runs a clinic in Darktown."

Confusion in her eyes she looked up at Nathaniel. He had never lied to her, despite having more than enough chances to do so. "He is here? Why didn't anyone tell me? Why hasn't Stroud come for him?"

"He's not a warden anymore, you know that better than anyone." He said cupping her face in his hands. He noted how delicate she was in his hands, and realised even though the woman was only half-elf, she had taken after that side of her heritage being a little more slender than other half-elves he had met over the years. Her face was heart shaped though slender, her high cheek bones and nearly glowing eyes giving her an almost surreal appearance. It was no wonder to him, why other wardens dreamed about her and told others about it. She was a vision. Had he not of lost his heart years before to the warden commander of Fereldan, he would have taken this chance to kiss those perfect lips. "Do you wish to see him? We could stay."

She looked into Nathaniels grey eyes and nodded slightly. She wanted to ask Anders one question. Not why he left, but why he didn't say good bye.

Nathaniel pulled her close and looked around hearing the sounds of music and singing. "There is a tavern nearby. We can get a room for the night. I will see that Stroud is told of our whereabouts in the morning."

"Thank you, Nathan." She said her voice strangely soft.

He looked down at her in his arms and smiled softly. It was the first time she had ever called him by anything other than his last name. "Come on. It has been a long night." He said letting her go and leading her to the tavern he had spotted.