Taas face softens into an affectionate smile when he hears Zevran, and he moves so the elf can come in and put down the basket. Reaching down to touch the curve of that pretty jaw, the qunari feels so happy to see him.

"You don't need to explain," he says softly. "You come and go as you want. kadan. I'm just glad I didn't push you away forever." After admitting his feelings to Cyril, he knew that it could be stressful.

Even his kind of love.

"A massage, though... that sounds amazing." The desert had left him a little stiff, and while some stretching could help that - damn if getting those hands on his body wouldn't feel a thousand times better.