Aurora felt like she was boiling within her own body, beads of sweat sweeping across her forehead and skin flushed red. She had stripped down to only her blouse, a long sleeved cotton thing that rested just over hips even though her belly held it up a bit higher. Laying on her back pressed into the silken sheets she kept her legs propped up against the stone wall, relying on the coolness it conducted from the winter weather.

Spinning around in his friend's desk chair, Zevran was eating chocolate pudding from a silver dish, "You know, Antivia does not have milky goodness quite like this."

"What can I say, Ferelden is good for more than just the practices of letting dogs sleep in beds," She scratched the top of Dreams head, who was pouting about the uncomfortable sate his Mistress was in.

"Well of course, it has you." He sat the bowl down, joining her on the bed and putting his own legs against the wall, "What did Wynne say, about the baby?"

"She's fine, better than fine, great." She smiled, "Although I would appreciate not always being in the sate of a heat stroke."

"Maybe it is like an egg...you have to heat up the water do a certain point to fully cook it." He flashed a smile, looking her way, a golden lock of his own hair meeting her own.

Cocking an eyebrow, she shook her head but soon found herself bursting with laughter, "I swear to the Maker, how can someone who considers him a sex god not have the slightest clue about one of the most major after sex side effects?"

"I can't say I've ever experienced that certain side effect."

"Oh? You do not believe there is any little pointed eared Zev's marching around out in the world of Thedas?'

"Don't even put that fear into my head. The very last thing I need is to one day as an old man open my cottage door and find several hundred bastard children rigging me up for their lack of a Father figure."

"Several hundred?"

"Give or take."

Aurora gave him a wide eyed look, which only made the elf roar with laughter, "I jest, I jest, I swear on it. I will not lie about being experienced, but not quite that experienced. That just seems rather..excessive."

"I'm experienced enough to wind up pregnant."

"Yes, well, it wasn't as if the two you were very quiet about your nightly adventures. For two virgins, you sounded awfully like the whore house I grew up in."

She swatted his shoulder, rolling on her side and moving her legs from the wall in an attempt to get to her feet. It took several tries, but finally she was sitting up right and getting to her feet, "Shall we join Fergus for dinner? I'm famished."

"You ate half of my damn pudding three minutes ago!"

"You offered me a bite."

"A bite, you spiteful woman."

She turned her head at him, shooting a narrow eyed glare and sticking her tongue out. Unbuttoning her blouse and throwing it to the side of the room, she opened the doors of her wardrobe and sifted through various colored fabrics. Finally settling on a thick dress, colored blue and made of a velveteen fabric, even though she had only moments before been complaining on being too hot. Finally slipping on her silk slippers, she took Zevran's arm and walked with him down the hall into the family dining room.

Zevran was still recovering a bit from her new found uncaring of being almost nude around him, his brain buzzing with various things that he was not currently in a position to think about. Still though, he pulled a chair out for his secret lady love to which he received a gentle kiss upon his stubble covered cheek. Smiling contently, he took his seat to her left side and took a sip of the white wine already present in his glass.

"I'm incredibly jealous of your ability to drink." Aurora pouted, bringing her milk to her lips for a sip.

"I myself am a bit upset that I do not get to see you drunk. You're the funniest thing I have witnessed when under the influence of alcohol," He looked away, whispering under his breath, "Light weight."

Before she could argue her point on being a self proclaimed light weight, a petite elven woman entered through the archway. A plate occupying each hand, she sat the glass dishes before the two but in a far more seductive way when going towards Zevran. Letting her loose cotton dress dip low in an advantage shot of her cleavage, she shot him a flirty smirk before walking back to the kitchen with a sway of her hips.

"Looks like someone has picked up an admirer," Aurora laughed, spooning mashed potatoes into her mouth.

"Meh," He shrugged, cutting the lamb chop set before him into pieces.

"Meh? Since when has the great Zevran went "Meh" to a inviting young woman who feels a flirtatious interest towards him?"

"What can I say, I have lost...my mojo." He sniffled, wiping away a fake tear.

"Are you saying you once had this "mojo"?"

"You wound my heart so, I imagine I will find myself returning to the Maker soon."

"He'd send you back, no doubt."

Cutting into their playful banter, Wynne entered the room which ignited a grin on Zevran's face, "Ah, my favorite and most ravishing mage! Come, join us in the feasting and the drinking of the spirits!"

"Yes Wynne, please do sit with us. We were just discussing how Zevran has lost his potency." Her words caused the elf to choke on his bite of lamb, sputtering into a fit of coughs. Wynne simply shook her head, but a smile did grace her lips as she joined them at the table. "I am glad to see you are well Zevran, even if you have lost your.. potency."

"Alas, your words mend the shattered bits of my heart. Might I...rest my head upon your bosom, just like the good old days?" He fluttered his blonde lashes, trying to create aurora of innocence.

"The good old days, when I still would not let you rest your head upon my bosom?" She drank from her own wine glass, staring the elf down.

"Hey, it was a worth shot."

"The chances of you receiving a positive answer were about as great as the holy Andraste dancing on this very table." She paused to thank the same elven woman presenting a plate before her, "Aurora, are you still being overrun with a fever?"

"Sadly," She sighed, fanning herself and slouching in her chair, "I just want to have this baby already."

"I know my child, but I am afraid that is not going to happen for a few more months."

"You can't just throw a spell at me that will make her appear in my arms?"

"You're rather certain that you're carrying a daughter, aren't you?" The mage smiled, "Have you thought of names?"

"Ella..short for Eleanor, my Mother's name, and then the middle name Oriana, for my brother's wife." She chewed her lower lip, eyes distant with the preoccupation of another place and time.

"That is a beautiful name."

"Yes." She spoke quietly, a barely audible whisper.