So... The promised double update didn't happen. And nor did the updates, generally. I have to apologise - it was due to illness, which, while I have occasionally been online, hasn't made writing too easy, and I should have review replies out soon. In the meantime, I thought it was more important to get another chapter out, so here it is.
The East Road
Leliana
Well, well.
"'Sparring', are we?" Zevran asks.
Morgana steps away from her fellow Warden, cheeks red, and coughs. "Yes. Well, we were."
Alistair brushes himself off, and surprises them all by looking at them, unflustered, and asking briskly, "Problem?"
No. Not at all.
"We had come to tell you that we think we should take the east road," she says, stepping forward and showing them the map; they frown down at it, Morgana's mouth moving silently, working out the geography.
"Seems about right," Alistair says eventually, looking to his fellow Warden for confirmation. She nods, and the four of them start to make their way back to camp, a half-embarrassed, half-pleased silence between their leaders.
Morgana is counting their supplies of elfroot when she eventually manages to find her; she sees her and looks away again, blushing slightly.
Leliana sits next to her with a quiet, "So..."
"So," Morgana counters shortly.
"I see certain things... happened in my absence?"
She refuses to meet her eye, running a hand over the stalks. "Not much." Leliana is about to speak, if just to fill the silence, when she suddenly says, "He gave me a rose. I might have... er..." She swallows. "Kissed him."
She raises her eyebrows, fighting not to show her surprise. "You made the first move?"
Morgana nods, says little, but a small smile is on her face.
They set off the next day without ceremony, taking, as advised, the east road, but she watches the two Wardens in front of her with a careful eye, taking in their awkwardly affectionate body language.
Andraste, how did she miss it?