Alistair and Ana waited quietly as Hawke entered the wash tent to make sure it was empty and light one of the lanterns. As the light within grows, he calls for them. Alistair is first and flops down onto one of the benches, flinching at his aching sides. He curses under his breath.

Ana, clutching her robe around her, perches herself on the far other side of the bench. Hawke instructs Alistair to clean his face before kneeling before Ana. She flinches away from his touch, her eyes widening with fear as he reaches up to tilt her face toward the light to better see the damage. Frowning, he retracts his hand and leans back on his heels. Ana's face burns as she looks away, tears threatening to fall once more. "I'm sorry." She mutters. "I'd rather not be touched right now."

"I understand." He nods. "I'm sorry. I should have asked first." He looks back to the curtained area that Alistair disappeared to before turning back to Ana. "Do you remember where you put your clothes?"

She hesitates a moment before nodding. "I stashed them in here…" She starts to bend over to reach beneath the bench but quickly jolts upright and glances around herself. Her heart races as she recalls the deep voice and the hand that clasped over her mouth.

"Ana, it's okay." Hawke says softly. "I'll grab it, okay?"

Ana hesitantly nods and moves over to allow Nate to reach under. He retrieves a bundle and hands it to her which she hugs to herself. He motions to another curtained area nearby.

"You can change in there. I'll stand guard. Once you're dressed, we'll see what we can do about yours and Alistair's injuries."

Ana quickly goes into the area and pulls the curtain closed. Once alone, her legs give out and she sinks to the ground, her body wracked by sobs. What could she possibly had done to deserve all this? Was the Maker punishing her?

"Ana, are you alright in there?" Nate calls from the other side of the curtain. Sniffing, Ana wipes her eyes and nose with her sleeve as she uses the tub to get up. "I'm fine." She calls, unconvincingly. Her hands shake as she slides the torn robe from her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. Despite her being alone behind the curtain, she could feel the shame what happened and quickly tries to cover herself up with her arms. Everything ached and she could still feel where the men tightly gripped her arms and legs.

As she manage to finish dressing, Hawke calls to her once more. Alistair exits his own area, his face and it's damage finally visible with the absence of the him, Hawke frowns. "Well… they really did a number on you, didn't they?"

"You should see the other guy." Alistair quips, shooting Nate a crooked grin. "Thanks again for your assistance. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't shown up."

"Don't mention it." Taking a step forward, Nate examines the young warden in the scant lighting. "Well, now that you've cleared up the blood, you don't look too bad."

"Thanks for the compliment. I'm flattered." Alistair mutters, earning a chuckle from Nate. Ana exits her area from behind him, hugging the balled up robe to her, her eyes cast downward. Both men turn to look. As Nate steps forward, he reaches out to touch her shoulder but she instantly shrinks away. Frowning, he retracts his hand.

Turning his gaze to Alistair, he motions for him to join him off to the side. He watches as the lad shoots a sympathetic glance toward his fellow Warden before stepping to the side. Hawke joins him and lowers his voice. "Speak to no one save your commander about what happened tonight." He says. "Ana has enough whispers about her as is with everything. It's best that not many people know of what happened this night."

Alistair nods in agreement. With a muttered goodbye, Alistair dismisses himself and leaves Ana and Hawke alone in the wash tent. For a long moment, neither of them say anything until Hawke motions toward her. "May I?" He asks. Ana hesitantly nods. Taking his time, Hawke steps forward. Ana avoids his gaze as gently reaches up to push her hair from her face, making sure not to touch her skin. His eyes move down to the dried blood around her nose and from her split lip from where she was struck. "I will only ask you this once, Ana." He says softly. His eyes shift up to look at her as she risks a glance at him. "Were the men successful?"

At the very mention of it, Ana's lower lip trembles and she feels tears prick her eyes. Everything was a blur. She could still feel where the men gripped her arms and legs. The memory of the men groping her body made her hug the torn robe closer as she was overtaken by a wave of nausea and shame. She shakes her head. "I…I don't think so." She mutters. "It all happened so fast…"

"It's alright." He says, retracting his hand. He watches her a long moment before sighing. "We need to speak with Duncan. Tonight." He shakes his head. "These attacks on your are personal and have happened too many times for Duncan to do nothing. If you're okay with it, I will go with you to speak with your commander. I'm sure Alistair will be happy to testify to what happened as well."

Averting her gaze, she nods. "Thank you, Nate."

Nate nods. "Of course. Now, let's go."

As Nate and Ana approach the Warden-commander's tent, Alistair jogs over toward them. Hawke raises a brow as Alistair glances between them before his gaze lands on Ana. In the light of the nearby torches, she sees the dried blood of the cuts that remained near his eye and on his lower lip.

"As I was heading back to the dormitory tent, I couldn't stop thinking about what those men did." He frowns. "On good conscience, I can't let these jerks get away with this. Duncan can't ignore this any longer."

Averting her own gaze, she feels shameful as she wishes she could melt away from his gaze. "Just go, Alistair." She mutters, her voice lacking its usual bite. "This has nothing to do with you."

He shakes his head. "No. I saw what happened and, despite that you don't like me, I won't allow them to hurt you anymore. Perhaps you can sleep with me tonight…"

Hawke's brows furrow as Ana shoots the young warden a disgusted look. Realizing his poor wording, Alistair blushes. "I didn't mean it like that! I mean we sleep together in a tent–"

Hawke winces. "Alistair, I don't think that's wise."

Alistair shakes his head with a groan. "I mean perhaps, until the men are dealt with, you can sleep in another tent and I'll stand guard to ensure nobody harms you." He frowns. "It's the least I can do for my sister-warden." He offers her a half-smile but she turns away from him.

"Just go to bed, Alistair."

As she starts toward the guards, Hawke shoots him an apologetic look with a shrug. "It's a kind offer, Alistair. However, I think the timing is a bit off." He claps Alistair on the shoulder. "Thank you for your help. Had you not gotten there when you did, who knows what would have happened. She may not appreciate your interference now but she'll come around."

Turning from the lad, Hawke follows Ana through the tent flap, leaving Alistair behind.