I will protect you
These words continuously played back through her head as she watched Zevran sleep. Something had happened in his dream, something horrific. In certain ways, it may have been equal to her own vision which had awakened her. Even now, when he was asleep once more, he seemed to be fighting. It occurred to her that Zevran had never shown such a personal, almost weakness before. He shivered in his sleep, almost convulsing. She pulled her blanket further up over his body, feeling the heat of his skin. She sighed, looking at his face. Zevran mumbled something, confusing her. "What?" He repeated what he had said and, though she still couldn't fully understand, it sounded like he was saying "Watch out" or something close. She sighed and laid down, wrapping her arms around the assassin. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.
When the warden awoke, she saw that Zevran was still sleeping, though it didn't appear he was battling in his dreams. Slowly, she disentangled herself and donned her armor, stepping outside. The sun was just beginning to cast light on the camp. Leliana was strumming a soft tune on her lute, Sten taking her tent down for her. Oghren belched loudly and groaned as he rolled out of his tent, bottles clattering as he did so. Morrigan smirked, coming to the main campsite and approaching the warden. "You must have had some fun last night. I saw Zevran enter your tent last night; nearly dragged by you. Tis sickening but I suppose you do what you must to find comfort in these...interesting times."
The warden blushed a bit, but narrowed her eyes. "That's none of your business Morrigan, but let me say that nothing happened in my tent last night."
Morrigan laughed. "As you wish."
There was a rustling as the warden's tent flap opened, Zevran stepping out. He was cinching his gloves tight. The warden left Morrigan and went to him. He looked up from his gloves and into her face. Beads of sweat still decorated his brow, a distinct look in his eyes. "Ah, my dear Grey Warden, so kind of you to invite me into your tent, but unfortunate we did not go farther than playful banter." The warden suppressed the sudden feeling of desire the assassin could always arouse from her with his Antivan accent. Though he was hoarse, his voice touched various cords in her that had not been touched for a long time. Seeing him shiver a bit, the warden instinctively touched his arm. She looked into his eyes. That look...the same look he had had the night before when he looked at her. I will protect you. She shook her head and smiled at him, standing on her tiptoes a bit to kiss him gently on the cheek. While her lips were so close, she whispered, "What will you protect me from?"
Just as quickly and softly, the Antivan whispered back, "Everything."
The warden closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. She broke away from him, however, before she could say what she was truly wanting to say. She faced the group. "We go to Denerim. Something is amiss in the alieanage, and I intend to find what it is." She looked around at everyone. "I am taking my mabari, Morrigan, and Zevran. Everyone else, stay close but try to relax. Denerim has several peddlers in the Market District; as well as a multitude of opportunities. Do as you wish." She looked to her chosen three and gestured, walking off a bit. "I know not what is going on in the alieanage, but know this. We do not disturb their ways unless we must. They will no thank us for traipsing over their beliefs, and nor will I." She looked Morigan and Zevran each in the eyes, and scratched her mabari behind the ears. "Ready?" She nodded at them and led the way out of the woods toward Denerim.
I'm liking this so far hope everyone else is too! Doing different POVs is fun, hope it's not confusing anyone.
