Teren has enjoyed the journey for its potential to travel alone but with company, and she's had a similar inclination to sleep alone and keep to herself. But she's never far from Alistair, surreptitiously bringing up the rear to watch his blind spot, reclining in her tent within earshot, hearing him comment to himself and smirking privately. There are nights she'll lie half out of her tent, long braid coiled beside her head as she stargazes silently with him. There's a comfortable nostalgia to it, as it evokes the days after the Fifth Blight: Alistair drunk and disgraced, Teren freshly out of prison and completely desolate. The memories aren't positive ones, but the peace they found between them is. They've come so far since then, and she still finds, in spite of her pride and her resolve to protect him, that she feels a little safer when they're together.
She is inconspicuously nearby when the dragon goes overhead, and is the first to meet Alistair on the hilltop, furrowing her brow down at the farmhouse before she begins to descend toward it. "It's likely too late to save the house," she mutters, "but the barn may yet stand."
III
There's a comfortable nostalgia to it, as it evokes the days after the Fifth Blight: Alistair drunk and disgraced, Teren freshly out of prison and completely desolate. The memories aren't positive ones, but the peace they found between them is. They've come so far since then, and she still finds, in spite of her pride and her resolve to protect him, that she feels a little safer when they're together.
She is inconspicuously nearby when the dragon goes overhead, and is the first to meet Alistair on the hilltop, furrowing her brow down at the farmhouse before she begins to descend toward it. "It's likely too late to save the house," she mutters, "but the barn may yet stand."