If he told her he hadn't planned it like this- she wouldn't believe him. And he wouldn't blame her for it. That things fell into place so neatly is a happy enough accident. Moments by the campfire when they were younger, when they were brighter- when all they had to do was save the world and that can't be so hard now, can it? Now they know the weight of that burden better.

Now it drags them down if they let it.

Boulette (he thinks it's Boulette, at least) gathers his attention easily enough. Zevran drops to a knee to admire her and the fit, cooing softly under his breath. "Well now I had hoped to have managed the measurements properly. Look at you, mm? A fearsome little nug warrioress. I bet your mother is quite proud!"