[Nerd Ferd]

Rain had began to fall slowly into camp, the fire pit full of ash, glowing slightly from remaining embers. The camp had grown considerably since leaving the Wilds, the help was welcome and the company was an added bonus. Recently camp had been quiet as they waited for Alistair to regain full strength; he had healed from his wounds yet took advantage of all the help he was being offered.

Wynne was usually first to wake up, no matter how many blankets she was offered she still felt the cold wrap around her bones like a snake. She stoked the fire, warming her hands as her eyes passed over the tent that was farthest away, Morrigan and the Warden had been intimate recently, which worried her, but the Warden's nights next to Morrigan, sleeping quietly next to each other, had been some of warmest for him. Wynne's next move was to check on Alistair.

"Alistair?" Wynne had walked over to his tent, calling softly through the door. "Are you doing okay?"

"Uh no! I mean- Yes I'm fine. Don't come in!" Alistair's panicked voice replied, he was moving clumsily within the tent that caused it to shake and rainwater to splash off into Wynne's face. "Seriously though I'm, uh, okay?"

A couple of crashes and grunts of pain came from inside the tent, and suddenly Alistair popped his head out. He had adorned a full helm that completely covered his face. "See I'm fine!"

Wynne doubted him and stared him down, as best as she could for his eyes were barley visible because of the small slit in the full helm.

"Will you be wearing that helmet to breakfast, Alistair?" Oberon had obviously awoken and walked over to the main camp, followed by Morrigan who also stared at the spectacle Alistair was making of himself. "Or did you sleep in it?"

"Well yes, I do often sleep in full armour, thanks for asking." Alistair mocked.

There was a strange silence among the party, the rest of the party had awoken to see everyone hovering around Alistair's tent. Many of them assumed the worst, Leliana hesitantly walked over, expecting them to find Alistair dead from his wounds. Yet there he knelt outside his tent, knees sinking into the mud.

"I'm ready for battle see! Let's head onto Orzammer, we haven't got much time." Alistair was trying to stand up, yet his gauntlets ended up slipping and he lost balance, returning to his knees.

"I'm sure the blight can wait for me to finish breakfast." The Warden said, missing any form of food just because the end of the world was near was not happening, not today, not ever.

" 'tis peculiar that you would adorn your full armour just for breakfast. Yesterday you were still 'healing', or taking advantage, and now your eagerness is through the roof. Anyone sensible would thing you were hiding something." Morrigan had been admiring Alistair's embarrassing display for quite a while, he had finally managed to get to his feet, standing foolishly in full armour as Oberon stared from the fire wolfing down as much bacon as possible.

"I ha'e an idea" The Warden swallowed his mouthful "Maybe Alistair and Leliana had a thing, and he doesn't want to show the "evidence.""

Leliana blushed and glared the Warden down, "I would never!" She looked at Alistair, "I mean, not to offend, but I 'ave no interest."

Alistair was unreadable, mainly because of the great helm that covered his face.
"Fine. I'm wearing this because obviously the attack… affected me."

"Have you finally turned into an ogre? Yet 'tis impossible for you have no horns to show for it, maybe the size of the horns reflect… something else, 'twould explain if you were an ogre with a lack of horns" Morrigan chuckled to herself.

"You know your jokes, or insults, do not work as well with a long run up to the punchline." Alistair grumbled.

"Longer than some things." Oberon commented from his place by the fire. By this time Wynne had her head in her hands, ready to pass on into the Maker's arms if it meant saving her from these children.

"If you must know, I will show you." Alistair said, undoing his helmet.

"Oh have mercy! We do not wish to be underwhelmed by your size." Morrigan threw her arms to her eyes in mock distress.

"I didn't mean THAT." Alistair had undone his helmet and threw it to the ground. "THERE."

And the camp, to Wynne's pleasant surprise, went deadly silent. The rain, previously forgotten, continued on over the scene of utter shock. Oberon had dropped his makeshift plate and the remaining bacon, Leliana looked as if someone had violated the Maker himself, Morrigan looked as if she had just seen her mother die ten times over, nothing could make her happier with her face frozen in utter glee. And then Sten… had not even woken up.

Alistair's face was covered in fur, so it can be assumed his whole body was covered. The attack HAD been from a werewolf, yet no curse lingered and all werewolves had returned to normal. So here Alistair stood half-human, half-wolf. His ears were pointy, his dark blonde hair merged in with his fur, he even had small matching whiskers.

Finally Morrigan broke the fragile silence.
"'tis truly a miracle!"

And as she laughed the rain poured, and nothing could hide Alistair's shame.