The nightmares conversation will come up, but it seemed like the relationship between the two Wardens needed to be built up before it could be had properly and make sense - at least, the way I'm going to write it. So here is a sort of... prelude, if you like.
Ignorance
Alistair
Ignorance is bliss, or so they say.
He only hears her screaming after he wakes up from a nightmare of his own - he had mainly learnt to block them out, but the Blight and the archdemon are bringing them back, and he wakes sweating and in absolute terror. He remembers the time after he had just Joined, when the dreams were at their peak - it was terrible.
He'd like nothing more than to comfort her, explain things, but she will just push him away - her pride and her hatred of templars demands it, he's sure - and after losing all the others and having such an insane couple of days, he's really not sure he could take it.
He can't just leave her like that, though. It seems... wrong, somehow.
Remembering that his appetite was at its peak also, he rummages around in his pack, finding some of their meagre supplies - he still has some bread left over from Lothering. Putting it onto some fabric and leaving it at the entrance to her tent, he moves around to the side of the canvas.
She is still deep in nightmares. Sticking a foot out, he kicks the tentpole, hard, and then sprints back to his own bedroll so that she can pretend nothing has happened in the morning, hearing her yell of surprise behind him as the tent falls on her.
It's woken her up, and it will only take a few minutes to right the tent.
He tries to sleep, praying he's done the right thing.