At first the dwarven society was something interesting and new for the warden, but she was shocked when they walked into the merchant's quarter just in time to see some unlucky dwarf receive an axe to the gut. Still, she had found their culture absolutely fascinating. That is until of all things they turned to a Dalish elf to help settle their throne.
Having only the basics of knowledge of Dwarves as a whole and even less on the contenders for the throne they wandered almost aimlessly until they found the home of the throne's usurper. Had he given it more thought before casting the Lord Harrowmont as a weak leader, he may have changed his stance. She was more than desperate for advice, even if it was his, maybe, admittedly hasty condemnation, and took it without question. They soon found themselves speaking with the prince Bhelen's lieutenant.
She had adopted the air of confidence and authority she had when other's expected her to know what to do so flawlessly during the entire ordeal that Zevran didn't realize something was wrong until they turned to leave. She suddenly swayed dangerously as she walked, her hand rising to clutch desperately at her chest. Her eyes had dilated to pinprick in outright panic.
"Cant. Breath." She whimpered begging for help from her companions. They quickly ushered her outside where the stone was less oppressive. "Cant..."
Zevran was comfortable in any environment, courtesy of his crow training, but for her who had always lived under the open sky, who never been so deep in a cave before, the fear of the walls crashing down and being trapped within was real and debilitating. Anyone else and he may have joked about this, but he found the thoughts to be bitter in his own mind and instead hushed her gently, trying to calm her down.
"Take a deep breath," She tried, but let go too fast and he felt her fall heavy against his chest. Zevran held his arms around her to keep her from falling to the ground completely. "Hold it and let it out slowly." He bid her again, and after a minute or so of that she was able to stand on her own again.
Wynne was watching him suspiciously, but he turned away pretending not to notice.
The task for the prince sent them into the deep roads and twice she had to stop and find her breath. Zevran could do little beside let her cling desperately to him and wait for it to pass. He could see that Ozammar was quickly making her absolutely miserable. They could not be done with this place soon enough; these caves where no place for a Dalish.