Author's note: This happens the same day as the conversation with Morrigan in case it wasn't obvious.
After we made sure Conner was ok Alistair and I went to a quiet place to talk. I was able to receive his rose. Alistair told me he cared for me. I care for him too. We kissed. He's eager and sweet but it's obvious that he isn't very experienced. I told him I need time to think about us. It's not that I don't care for him,I do, more than I have for any other lover it's just that...
Maker I can't do this again. Not after what happened with poor Dairen. I don't know what I'd do with myself if Alistair go hurt. If he died because of me. And it's not like we Grey Wardens have much of a life to live anyways. Thirty years of fighting Darkspawn and then you take one last trip into the Deep Roads. Is this really the kind of life I want to share with somebody? But aren't we already sharing it?
At least we both know how we feel about each other. We'll stay in Redcliffe for another day and then head off to Maker knows where.
