Uh yeah I'm a retard. Originally the word prompt for today was 'waring' as in to be at war with and for some stupid reason I thought it was 'wearing' as in to tire out. Guess that's what happens when you write something at 3am. Whoops. Well I saw this and was going to rewrite it but I thought it was too damn good as it was and it flowed better from the previous ones so I left it and just changed the prompt word. Deal with it. Enjoy!

Eris was wearing out. She had too much on her plate and not enough help. They had constant trips around Amaranthine, fighting off darkspawn and then dealing with matters of the Arling. Too many early mornings and late nights and it was starting to show. The few nights she did manage to get some sleep she was haunted by nightmares. She never remembered what they were but they certainly weren't nightmares of the darkspawn; these felt different. She would wake up paralyzed gasping for air as the sheets stuck to her sweat.

Unable to return back to sleep she pulled on a pair of pants and padded out to the front of keep. The night was cooler than she thought as a light breeze brushed through her thin clothes and chilled her skin. She shivered as goosebumps rose across her skin. A blanket was swung over her shoulders then and Nathaniel came to stand beside her.

"Nightmares again?" Nathaniel asked, glancing over to her slightly.
"I should be asking you that, being a new Grey Warden and all," Eris murmers, her brow knitting.
"I do," Nathaniel says.
"What?" Eris questions.
"I do have nightmares. I often come out here after them and I find you standing here like you always have," Nathaniel says, remembering his last night here before being shipped off to Kirkwall.
"You have? Why didn't you say anything?"
"You looked like you wanted to be alone,"
"I…I suppose I do,"

Nathaniel turned to leave then but she grasped his hand and pulled him back.

"Please, stay," Eris says, lightly touching his arm.

So he remained as they stared out into the night. After a while they sat down on the steps, their shoulders touching ever so slightly as the moon moved across the sky.

Not an hour later and Eris had fallen asleep on Nathaniel's shoulder, her breathing light and steady.

She had changed so much from the young girl he had left all those years ago. And Makers breath but she was a beauty, not that she hadn't been before. She still possessed a softness to her face but now her strong chin and cheekbones peeked through. Long lashes brushed her cheeks and full lips that were parted slightly as she slept. Her hair was the one thing that had remained the same, bright as starlight and always trying to free itself from the braid she put it in. It was just as wild and free as she is.

Snapping out of his thoughts he pulled Eris into his lap, lifted her up and took her back to her bed. Laying her gently as to not wake her, he pulled the sheets up around her and tucked a stray hair away before returning outside.