Due technical troubles, it is possible that possible reviews from the first couple publishing days for the chapter 1 had gone missing. Or more probably I'm just too hopeful and there wouldn't have been any in the first place. In any case, I don't own the characters and all that..


After dressing the wound, Zevran left his sleeping patient to go and gather some firewood. Since the weather had seemed to be taking a turn for worse he used some extra effort to gather as much dry wood as he could before the rain hit, as he thought they might be spending in the cave quite some time. It was already pouring when he got back with his haul and, being drenched he got out of his wet clothes as soon as he had got a small fire lit. He was just hanging his clothes to dry when the sounds behind him told that his marked patient had woken up. When he turned back to face the other elf, it was clear by the scowl he was given that the sight of his half naked body was not appreciated. "Are you really not liking what you see? You should know I have been deemed quite gorgeous." Zevran started playfully.

"I have no interest for your looks, elf" the patient snarled and tried to get into a sitting position again. It was obviously painful so Zevran went to offer his aid. "I don't need your help", the other continued with the same disgruntled tone. Zevran gave him a more serious look even if he couldn't completely dispel his customary playfulness. "You have been of help to me in the past, and I'm going to return the favor by helping you now. You do admit you would have most likely perished, had I not chanced upon you, yes?" he explained with his flowing Antivan accent. After a brief consideration the other nodded slightly and muttered "fine...". Zevran helped him to lean against the rough stone wall of the cave, giving him a good view at the cave entrance as well as the rain outside. He had already turned away to go to tend the fire when a voice behind him called "I am Fenris." Zevran turned back but apparently there was nothing else this Fenris was going to say.

After eating Zevran started to wonder how to spend the night. The supper had been a meager meal, mainly dried meat and hard bread. He had offered a similar share for Fenris, who had grudgingly declined it. Zevran had not been on the mood to argue so he had just left the food beside the hurt elf. Later he had noticed the other had picked up a piece of meat and started to chew it. Whatever that creature was, he was incredibly proud, Zevran had mused while looking at the rain. And that had reminded him of annoying detail about the sleeping. The cave was not particularly warm, regardless of the small fire, and his clothes were still damp. That alone wouldn't have been a problem but his bedroll was in the use of the other. The idea about sleeping near naked on the cold stone floor was not too tempting.

Fenris must have noticed his shivering, while he called "Come here." It was hard to say if he was annoyed or not, his tone didn't seem to have much difference. Zevran, grateful for any reason to move, went to see what was the matter. He saw that Fenris had managed to lay back on the floor, apparently without cursing too much since he hadn't noticed. Fenris pointed a place besides him, fairly within the cover even if that would be narrow space for them both. "You are freezing, sleep here." he said and for once Zevran had to admit he couldn't sense the motives of such an offer. He hurried to comply though, mostly because the warmth of the other made him realize how totally cold he felt. When he was under cover as well, Fenris promptly turned his back on him, making it clear he didn't want any other advances. Zevran surprised himself of thinking what a shame it was while he did the same. Whatever that creature was, it intrigued him.