Zevran finishes his first glass of wine and pours himself a second, slowing into stillness just as Alistair does. He knows that look, knows that fear and hesitance. And as expected, he looks to him.

Whether or not he is upset, well. That comes later.

"It is true." That is all he can offer. That is all he will offer. The rest of this? Is for Fiona and Alistair to sort out. He is merely here so Alistair does not feel quite so alone. And to keep Fiona's glass well full.