He had begun calling her 'my warden' now, when before he just called her 'Warden.'
Filauria does not know what to think of the little change. For one, all her companions seems to think it was nothing to think too seriously upon. Zevran, after all, flirted with almost everybody.
Save Sten, of course. And Filauria understood why.
Moreover, Sten had been more watchful of her ever since her little… incident.
"Alright," she says as she finishes packing her freshly-brewed health and lyrium potions. "Four of us can go to Honnleath. The rest can stay here and guard camp. It is not too far from here, according to the map Felix had given me. We will be back after a day or so."
The rest of the party nods towards her general direction, still not meeting her eyes.
Filaruia sighs inwardly. Although Zevran had forgiven her, the rest (save for Morrigan and James, her mabari) of the party still seems watchful of any change in her demeanour. She thinks she deserves it. Although she silently hopes that it is not too hard to regain their trust in the days that follow. Alistair, at least is a bit more understanding. But she thinks it is because she and he are siblings of sorts now – the only other person he has.
"Right." She clears her throat. "I was thinking maybe Alistair, Zevran and James come with me. The rest can stay here."
Nods again. This time, she doesn't even bother to hide her sigh.
"You know that I will follow you anywhere, my warden," Zevran says in a light voice. She knows he is only trying to ease her mood.
"Right," she says again, flinging her pack across her shoulder. "Let's go."
A/N: Hi, I'm sorry I wasn't able to update soon. My classes just started and I didn't bring my laptop when I packed my things and went off to my dormitory far, far away from home.
Anyway, please review! The next chapter or so will be long. (Longer than the previous ones, actually.)