We're looking up at the stars in camp and I've never been happier to just lay beside someone. Her fingers are intertwined with mine and life feels pretty perfect. There's no darkspawn, no civil war, no bastard prince status hanging over our heads, it's just me and her, alone in the world. And then she starts to laugh. It's not an uncommon sound with us, but this time I haven't even said anything.
"What's so funny?" She gives me a mischievous grin.
"I was thinking of some of the ridiculous things you say in the heat of..."
Oh Maker, please don't say sex. I realize when I had her up against that tree an hour ago I called myself a bad, bad man. Can't we just pretend that didn't happen? Please?
"...battle." Thank the Maker. Wait, what?
"In battle? What do I say in battle?" I say, propping myself up on my elbow and looking down at her.
"Just today you yelled 'Let's grab some glory!'"
"There's nothing wrong with grabbing some glory."
"You followed that up with 'We've got a gusher.'"
"Well, what about you?"
"What about me?" she asks, incredulously.
"'My Warden sense is tingling.' What does that even mean?"
"It means I can sense darkspawn nearby."
"Of course you could sense darkspawn nearby, we were in the middle of fighting them!" She breaks into laughter again.
"Okay, perhaps we both sound a bit ridiculous."
"Perhaps you do, dear lady. I sound impressive." Before she can give a scathing retort I lean down and capture her lips with my own. She wraps her arms around my neck and returns the kiss with vigor. Yes, life feels pretty perfect right now, and I'll treasure it for as long as it lasts.