Hello everyone! Good news I'm not dead, just so very lazy. And busy but very, very lazy. I'm sorry for being lazy by the way. Now I'm not making any promises but I will try to upload the third chapter waaaay sooner than the second. I was going to make it shorter but I made it longer for being a jerk.

These characters are property to the lovely Bioware.

Onward!

Edit: Moar changes!

Alistair's POV

He went to grab her hand before leaving the room only to notice that he already had a hold of it. He had to drag the girl off her feet and out of the room by her hand because she couldn't stop looking at the dead man's body. "C'mon you're going to have to work with me a little here." He grunted as they made their way down the stairs. Maybe some humour would get her going. "Y'know your arm is going to be way longer than your other one if you don't work with me." He stared at her for a minute. Nadda. No reaction, whatsoever. "Great. Just, fant-"

"I'm sorry." He glanced down at the girl with the small voice. She was finally looking up from the floor as well. She had the most startling green eyes. He smiled one of his more sincere of smiles and not one of his usual goofy ones.

"Why? You didn't do anything to me. You.. didn't hurt me, or anyone for that matter." She gave him a weak smile and went back to staring at the ground in what he presumed to be shame. "D' to... talk?" A conversation would do him wonders right about now.

She scoffed at him. "Well if we're going to talk, it's not going to be about what just happened."

"I completely agree. May I ask questions about and you ask questions about me?"

"...alright."

"So what exactly is your name? Because I'm pretty sure your name is not child or girl." Finally he was getting somewhere.

"My name is Sierra Amell. What's yours?"

"Oh just Alistair's fine. Hmm so Sierra, how old are you?"

"I'll be turning fourteen in a week. You?" He was so glad that he was talking to someone who talks about something other than the Chant of Light, or the Maker, or Andraste, or mages.

"I turned eighteen, a couple days ago. Your favourite food?"

"I don't know." Her face turned thoughtful. "Cookies."

"Cheese."

"What?"

"I really, really like cheese. Don't tell anyone though, it's my one and only weakness." She smiled, a real smile. Something about her honest smile just made you warm inside. Then all of a sudden her face scrunched up in confusion.

"D'you even know where we're going?" And then from confusion to suspicion. He leaned down so his mouth close to her ear.

"Not even a clue." She giggled as response and started to drag him in the supposed right direction of the baths.

While they were walking past the rooms she talked non-stop, about the function/purpose of what the room was, who spent the most time in that particular room, as many words as she could fit in at one time. He guessed it was just a way for to keep the events of the night from her thoughts. And so room past room they walked, down a floor, walk more and then down a floor. It felt like an eternity since he had left that horrid chamber and the events of the night felt years away. He suddenly felt a soft tug on his gauntlet.

"We have to go in."

"Well yes of course go on i- Wait? We? Wha-what do you mean by we? Why do I have to go with you?"

"A templar must always be in the presence of a mage. Even in the bathing chambers. It says so. Right on the plaque. That's on the door. That's right there."

"Yes I see that... no need to be a smart ass about it." He murmured to himself as he read it over and over again. He sighed and opened the door and beckoned for her to go in. As he watched her trot into the chambers all he could think was: Well this is going to be interesting.

Sierra

She walked into the bathing chambers breathing in the familiar scents of luscious soaps. She looked around the room and had a feeling of relief wash over her. Good no one's in here. Of course why would anyone be in here? It is the middle of the night after all. She looked down distastefully at her state of dress and moved over to one of the baths. She looked back at Alistair to see what he was doing in this situation. He was very interested in the stone's designs. Square tiles that is. She giggled at him and from behind all she could see was his ears turn a brilliant shade of red. She shook her head and moved over to the towels and grabbed one off the shelf along with a robe. She peeled her blood soaked robes off along with her undergarments and set them into a pile. She dipped my toe into the water and it was chilly so she used magic to warm it up a bit. Normally she wouldn't be allowed to do that but she felt as though Alistair didn't quite know the rules yet. She proceeded into the bath and only then did she realize that she forgot the shampoo and soap at their station. "Umm hey, Alistair, could you do me a little favour?" While still looking at the interesting squares he answered me.

"Oh, yes, what is it?"

"Would you get me the soap? And the shampoo?"

"Ah, alright, then." He shuffled over to the station, "What scent would you prefer to smell like?"

"Honey, please."

He picked up the appropriate bottle and soap bar and walked over. Now she was used to templars seeing her stark naked but she didn't think that Alistair was used to seeing mages stark naked. Especially fourteen year old girls. Koodos to him for he managed to not see anything.

AN:

So there it is folks! I super glad that I got it out. I did have somewhat of a guilty conscious for not updating so maybe this is my lesson. So leave me reviews, if you want something specific to happen tell me! I would love to try to integrate all of your ideas in this story. So please review!

E: I should have made this longer but I got a little laaazzyyy~~~