Leliana was missing from camp again, for the fifth time. This time was different, however. This time, Sten was present. The party had spoken in hushed tones about the coincidence that Sten and Leliana seemed to disappear around the same times, but none would speak openly of this for fear of the Quinari killing them. This morning, however, threatened to dispel the rather entertaining rumors that were quietly floating about. Sten was standing guard, Asala in his hands. The rest of the party was packing up camp, yet Leliana was nowhere to be seen. Zevran bit into an apple from his pack after he finished taking his tent down. He cast his eyes about the camp. Smirking, he went to Sten. "Say, Sten. Where is the fair chantry maiden?"
The Quinari looked down at him. "I do not know who you are referring to." In truth, he knew exactly who the assasin was speaking of but refused to be the blunt of some perverse joke.
"Oh I'm sure you do." Zevran gestured toward Leliana's tent. "Human girl, beautiful. Has a voice of an angel..."
"Enough." Sten had no interest in hearing what the former Crow thought of Leliana. "I don't know where she is."
Zevran laughed. "Oh ho ho! Have I struck a chord in our giant friend?"
Just then, there was a rustling in the bushes. Everyone gripped their weapons, but relaxed as it was only Leliana. She was pale, and looked as though she had been sick. She looked at Zevran then ducked her head, going to her tent to take it down. Sten narrowed his eyes and went over to her, leaving an ever-horny Zevran to watch with amusement.
"Where were you?" Sten asked in a hushed tone.
Leliana blushed, then in an equally hushed tone, "In the thickets."
"What were you doing there?"
"I..." Leliana covered her mouth, closing her eyes. She blanched even moreso than she was.
"I believe one of the mages should see to you." Without giving time to protest, Sten went to Morrigan as Wynne was attempting to mend one of Allistar's shirts.
Morrigan raised an eyebrow. "So, come to join me? I dream about us, you know."
Sten's nose crinkled in disgust. "No." When he saw Morrigan about to say something, he continued. "See to Leliana. Something appears to be wrong."
"And just what appears to be wrong? Other than her sickening obsession with this so called 'Maker'."
Sten tightened his grip on Asala. "Just see to her. If she gets sick, she'll slow us all down, possibly attract more darkspawn."
Morrigan sighed, rolling her eyes and sliding past Sten. She went to the main camp to see Leliana.
When the party was almost ready to leave, Morrigan made her way from Leliana's side not to Sten, but to the warden. Sten had the sinking feeling this boded ill, and watched as the apostate whispered into the warden's ear, making his eyes widen. The warden walked toward Leliana, leaving Morrigan to stand back and watch with a bemused smirk on her face.
Leliana looked up as the warden came up to her. He minced no words. "You're pregnant?!"