For several days I haven't seen him. And in a way I was relieved. Wynne and the others wouldn't talk about him, and even if I had asked, I don't think they would have told me anyways. For those several days, I grew slowly stronger, and with Wynne's help my right leg was almost fully mended. Well, it was well enough that I could somewhat walk around the room for a little bit.

"In a few days, you are to be heading out to Orlais, and I will be heading back to Highever with Wynne of course." I said "walking" with both Wynne and Leliana.

"But limping does not count!" laughed Leliana as she and Wynne both slowed down a great deal in order to walk beside me down the Circle's hall.

"As long as I get there...I am walking," I grinned, heaving my right leg like a pirate does with his supposedly wooden leg.

"You look ridiculous Warden!" said Zevran as he walked up next to us. "And to think I used to love watching you walk from behind." We all laughed at that, well, almost all of us.

"Hello Alistair."

I froze. I needed to get away from him, and from this whole situation. Trying to turn around, which wasn't easy with the leg, I said, "Well that is enough walking for me today..." By the time I took a couple of steps, I felt pain spread through my leg, which made me stumble, and lean against the wall. "Shit...shit...shit..." I hissed grabbing my leg, as I heard everyone come towards me.

"You ok? I think you had strained it too much today," tisked Wynne, like a mother hen as she knelt down to do a quick examination. Zev, and Leliana stood further back from Wynne, just watching, and Alistair...well, he was starting to walk away in the other direction. She stood back up, and smiled at me. "It is alright, just tired. Alistair?" She turned around to see that Alistair was trying to move around both Zevran and Leliana, who were blocking his path. Her smile grew. "Oh Alistair dear..." Alistair froze, and slowly turned around to meet her gaze. "...will you be a dear, and help Arleta to her room?" I was going to kill her.

"No no no, it's ok Wynne. It's not that far I can make it!" I tried to turn, and put weight back on it, but as I did, this time I fell to the floor. I didn't understand, I was doing fine till Alistair showed up then suddenly it felt like a wolf just took a huge mouthful of my thigh and started to trash it around.

"Here..."

I looked to my right to see that Alistair's face right next to mine. I quickly turned away and hoped he didn't see the blush on my cheeks, as I felt his arms gently, and nervously wrap around my waist and slowly helping me up. I put my right arm over his shoulder, and with that he helped me to my room as fast as possible. We didn't speak at all, we didn't look at each other, well, he could have looked, I know I didn't. Not until we reached my room though.

"Thanks for helping me," I said trying to move away from him, which didn't work and made me stumble against the door.

"Here," he grunted bending down and scooping me into his arms. He kicked open the door, and quickly made his way to my bed where he basically dropped me onto it.

"NUG HUMPER!" I gritted, as I grabbed my leg. "THANKS ALOT!"

"WELL YOU'RE WELCOME!" He yelled as he walked to the door, which magically closed before he could leave. "GREAT JUST GREAT!" He pouned on the door for a few seconds yelling, "Wynne this isn't funny let me out!"

Finally he turned around, and turned on me instead of the door.

"This is all you're fault!"

"My fault? How in Maker's name is this my fault?!" I tried to reposition myself on the bed which just made it worse by any movement made me wince. "I didn't lock you in here! And it wasn't my idea so we can have that cleared now!" I didn't want him in here, not at all! I glared at him, as he glared returned the favor. Finally I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and took a deep breath before I heaved myself up again.

"Why do you keep on getting up?"

I looked up at him, to see that he was leaning against the wall not looking at me. I set my teeth as my leg started to throb. "Because..." I settled my weight on my left leg and started to walk to the other side of the room where I the books where. "...I'm stubborn." I didn't look to see if he smiled or not, I didn't care. Scanning the books was made more difficult as I felt as though I was being watched. I slowly turned my head to my right, acting as though I was just looking at a particular book. I picked a random one out, by the name of "Ferelden Beasts" and opened it slowly looking at the pages. But I looked out of the corner of my eye, which I had done so many times in the past that it was second nature to me by this time, to see that Alistair was indeed watching me.

"What do you want?" I asked shutting the book and looking at him fully this time. He stared back for a few minutes, then looked away. He was hiding something from me I could just feel it. "Whatever," I turned back around and placed the book where it belonged. I told him how I basicly felt, but he can't tell me anything?

"Well...you did ruin his life after all..." Another voice spoke up in the back of my head. Great. I put my right hand to my head. I was now arguing with a voice in my head.

"Were you lying to me?"

I stood straight up and limped/turned back around to face him. He still leaned there, looking down at his feet.

I wanted to say about what, but I knew I couldn't. "No."

He nodded his head and looked at the door that was more then likely locked, but probably now had a few people listening in on us.

"You still never answered my question..." He looked up at me waiting.

"About what?" I asked, trying to keep out the fear in my voice. Was he really that dumb, or did he just wanted me to say it?

"Don't play dumb with me!" He stood up and walked over to where I stood. I backed up from him as far as I could, running into the bookshelf. "Why..." He stopped just a few feet away from me, and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up more then it was. "Why did you do all of this for me?" He didn't look me in the eye, which didn't matter because I was at this time too busy looking at his shoes.

"I.." I couldn't say it. I just couldn't. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to say it. I needed to. Maybe if I did, he would leave and we both could finally heal, or go our separate ways. Again, since this whole mess happened, tears started to form, and fall on my cheek. This hurt so much! Not just my leg, which was little more then a painful throb compared to the emotional mess I had become. Physical pain I can handle, but emotional? Not on you're life.

"Because I still love you..." I whispered. There. There it finally was. I opened my eyes, and continued to look at the ground, at his shoes. I didn't want to see what he was thinking. I didn't want to see the anger, the sadness. I could feel my body start to tighten up, ready for the fight that I knew was going to happen. The horrible laugh that I had heard in my head, whenever I thought of this moment. His cold, cynical laughter as he told me how much he had hated me, and how he wanted me to die. How stupid I was to hope for this, and that I should have killed him when I had the chance.

But instead, I felt one of his hands gently touch my left cheek, and I slowly turned to look at him with tears streaming down my face. Anger was starting to build up in me. Why didn't the fight start? Why didn't he walk away and slam the door behind him?

"...Thank you." He said gently, then slowly kissed me on my forehead. "Thank-you."