First of, the Dragon Age nor it's characters are not mine and all that. And as usual comments are welcome. Should be couple more chapters to come.
Wounded animals. Zevran didn't really know nor, at the moment, care how that creature had ended up alone and hurt in the same cave, merely a hole in the cliff wall, which he had chosen to use as a shelter from the harsh night of the Wounded Coast. He recognised the oddly marked elf though, even if he couldn't quite remember his name. Earlier when the champion of Kirkwall had helped him to thwart his latest pursuers, this one had been part of her troupe. Now thought the feverish elf seemed everything else than heroic. All things considered Zevran decided it wouldn't be proper to let the elf die in his hands, at least if there was some way for him to help.
It didn't take long for Zevran to find the most probable reason for the fever, a badly ripped wound in the elfs ornately tattooed leg. Whatever had hurt him had teared through the armor and deep into the flesh. Someone, assumably the elf himself, had tried to bind the wound with strips of cloth and while it might have stemmed some of the bleeding, it hadn't saved him from infection. It was hard to say how long he had even been here, nor guess how hard it had been for him to crawl here. Or how long he had been unconscious, Zevran wondered as an afterthought.
After making sure there was no other apparent wounds Zevran laid the elf rest on his own bedroll and snatched his water skin being pleased that for once he had at least decent supplies and wasn't even particularly on the run. He could even risk making a small fire, especially since the opening of the cave was in narrow canyon which would hide the light from showing all too far. At first though he removed the loosely wrapped bandages and the nearly destroyed armor piece to clean the wound properly. The sudden shine of the tattoos around the wound was the only warning he got that his patient had regained his consciousness, and more through instinct than perception he was able to dodge the incoming weak attempt of punch. He took a step back from the patient in favour of letting the marked elf to gather his situation.
"Leave me be" the patient snarled after taking a loose glance around the closed space and noticing the only other person was the blond elf. He tried to clamber up in a sitting position but apparently the pain made it hard. "I'm afraid I can't comply with that request, my friend" Zevran answered and gently pressed the others shoulder to keep him from moving too much. The touch was obviously a mistake, as the white tattoos flared and, had the owner of them been in better condition, the resulting attack would have sent Zevran flying to the opposite wall. Now though he was merely pushed away before the patient fell back to rest.
"Do not touch me" he growled as imposingly as he could, which didn't amount to much. "You do realise cleaning that wound of yours would be rather difficult otherwise, yes? And due services rendered in the past, I just can't leave you dying here alone. Your lover wouldn't appreciate that either I'm sure." Zevran let out a soft laugh for the surprised look his comment caused. "Do not think I didn't see that much. I'm a bit of an expert when it comes to matters of love.. or sex.." Zevran explained with a grin trying to lighten the atmosphere only to notice it was not working on his surly patient. "The name's Zevran, by the way" he added while continuing to clean the wound, this time trying to avoid any unnecessary skin contact. "Fine. Do what you will." was the defeated answer he got from the white haired elf who had clearly resigned to his fate, at least for now.