My sleep through the past two weeks had been pitiful at best and I suppose I was making up for it now, having slept through almost three whole days. Nightmares of Darkspawn monstrosities had haunted me more and more as time went on as Alistair had warned and I fought for a way to control my dreams to no avail.

'It will be this way for a while,' Alistair had said, 'but it will end soon.'

I had awoken again and was now wide awake and alone, the light from the fire outside in camp casting strange shadows on the walls of my tent.

I laughed as I found my undergarments strewn about my bedroll. I had no memory of actually removing them but there they were, plain as day, all around me.

I had a habit of removing my clothing while sleeping and it had been a constant source of embarrassment for those who did not know me and did not knock or announce themselves first before entering my quarters.

I did not hear any noise from outside and since it was dark, I had to assume everyone but those on watch were asleep. I longed to get up and stretch my legs so I decided to try and sit up and see how I felt.

It was not that bad, actually, just some slight pinching in my stomach. But I knew there was nothing I could do at this time of night, short of going on watch myself. Getting dressed seemed like such a chore to me and I thought about joining those on watch but then laziness took back over and I found my pillow again.

But I could sleep no longer. I felt my body would burst with the energy that was within it. I had gotten too much sleep while recovering and now I was paying the price by staring once again, as I had every night before this, at the ceiling of my tent.

Thinking of paying the price, my thoughts lingered back to all that had happened to us within the last month or so and my mind exploded with thoughts of the battles, the missions, the betrayals, and the chaos that had surrounded us with every step that we had taken.

How will we ever defeat an entire army of Darkspawn when we cannot unite as an army across Ferelden ourselves?

Loghain's treachery in Ostagar and his continued traitorous behavior weighed heavy on my mind as our losses replayed over and over in my head.

I was in a way relieved that Alistair and I were the only remaining Wardens in Ferelden because Loghain was hunting down any and all who opposed him and we could not lose any more brethren to senseless means. At least together we knew what was happening and who to expect betrayal from.

For the most part.

Noises outside of my tent alerted me and my body tensed, then I remembered my naked state.

Please do not let me have to defend myself now.

"Detra?"

I let my breath out as I realized it was only Leliana. She must be checking up on me again.

"Yes, I am here."

I arranged the blanket over me so that she could not tell anything was missing and told her to enter. She did not have any bandages to check so there would be no reason to move the blanket and so my secret was safe.

Leliana ducked inside and stood before me, already starting that nervous fiddling with her hands and I had to admit that I did find it quite endearing.

"Hey...how are you feeling?"

"Quite well, actually. Starting to get quite restless though, I believe I've slept too much. "

"I am glad you are better, Detra. I have been worried about you."

Leliana looked a bit upset, as if something had happened.

"What's wrong, Leliana? Are you all right?"

"Could... could I ask you a favor?"

I nodded, even though I was almost sure Leliana could not see me too clearly in the dark of my tent though I could see her because of the camp's fire light.

"Of course you can."

Leliana looked down at her hands and back up as she spoke.

"It is just that I cannot sleep. My tent is freezing, Shmooples cannot seem to get comfortable and keeps his squeaking up and I just cannot stand to stay in there tonight."

"Do you need more blankets? I have some in the corner over there that you can..."

"Actually, I was hoping that I might spend the night in your tent if you would allow it. It's doubtful that another blanket will dispel the cold and nothing short of a spell would silence my dear little Shmooples...but perhaps our combined body heat would dismiss the chill in the air and allow us both to rest since it seems neither of us can."

I was now thankful that it was dark enough and that Leliana could not see my facial expression for it was one of shock. The suggestion she had come up with had been fine, but the way she had stated it was...a bit...almost seductive.

Just a bit from her bard training I am sure.

This must be how she always got what she wanted during her missions.

I would most likely fall for her charms had I met her, she was very good.

I swallowed first before replying.

"That is fine, Leliana. I've plenty of room here."

Then I remembered my lack of clothing situation.

I cannot help the fact that I wear armor all day but would like to feel free while I can and am alone in my tent. Old habits die hard.

Leliana would never know. She was here for the warmth and to sleep, nothing more.

"Thank you so much, Detra. I promise not to disturb you at all."

Leliana moved quickly towards my bedroll and tucked under the blanket with me and appeared not to even notice my lack of clothing.

I felt her against me suddenly and the chill that permeated her clothing transferred to me for a moment and I flinched.

"Maker, it is so warm under here. I think this is three days worth of heat."

Leliana purred as she made herself comfortable and I laughed, pulling the blanket around us both.

"So what about Shmooples then? Will he be all right by himself?"

Leliana nestled deeper into the blanket.

"Shmooples will be fine. Now he can pace all he wants and it won't disturb me. Sometimes he gets like this, I am not sure why."

"As long as he is all right."

I turned onto my side, getting comfortable.

"By the way, we let you sleep all of the day away today because we knew that you needed it. I hope you are feeling up to waking with us tomorrow, do not forget it is Alistair's day to finally meet his sister."

"Ah, yes, how could I forget? He has been talking of this non-stop for the past few days. I am curious to see what his sister will be like."

"We shall see in a few hours. I hope she is everything he has dreamed of."

"Either that, or she may be just as crazy as he is."

We laughed a bit, knowing Alistair would have appreciated the humor as well.

"By the way, how are your wounds, Detra?"

"They are much better, just a bit uncomfortable now. If it was not for you and your quick thinking, I might not be here now. You and Morrigan saved my life."

"I am just glad my arrows got there in time. I cannot think about anything happening to you, it is too awful."

I felt myself smile and then a feeling of guilt washed over me.

"Well, there is no need because I am not going anywhere. I'm not that easy to get rid of."

There was a slight pause after I finished, indicating the end of our conversation.

"Goodnight, Leliana."

"Goodnight, Detra... and thank you again."

Leliana settled down on her side and I returned to my earlier thoughts and position.

It was not long before my eyes grew heavy and I knew that Leliana had been correct after all as we both got some rest.