and i still find pieces of you in the back of my mind

[paperwing]

WHO: Sabriel and semi-open.
WHAT: Sabriel goes about her business. Probably feelings. Probably talking.
WHEN: Latter Wintermarch, after she returns from Warden training with Felix and Kaidan.
WHERE: Skyhold.
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[byblow]

"Good," Alistair says, though he's taken the plate and his mood has already improved enough that he can't sound too mean about it.

He likes Scipio, honestly, and he likes him and Rafael even more now than he did before, now that keeping them in line is technically Kaidan's job and Alistair is free to find them funny. But he likes Sabriel most. She's young and sincere and responsible and can do much better than to take up with—with literally anyone Alistair can think of right now.

He sets his sword aside properly, propped on the ground against his thigh, and pokes at the food. It takes a lot for a Warden to lose their appetite, but knowing the order is eating itself alive out West while they're helpless to stop it—it comes close, at least. He only nibbles, holding it out at his side to share.

"Are you all right?"

[paperwing]

He says good, but she still feels like she's being scolded. That, or she should leap to Scipio's defense. Sabriel debates, for a whole second almost, asking what would be needed to make him approve - is getting a blessing really so hard - But then she remembers that's a moot point, because nothing is happening obviously, so she doesn't ask.

Not that she needs that approval, but it would be gratifying to have it from those she holds in high esteem, those she respects.

Sabriel takes a chunk of the bread and begins pulling it into smaller pieces. Partly because she will never be over the Ferelden cuisine of tastelessness, and partly because it lasts longer, that way. But she notes his lack of enthusiasm, even to the cheese. That's telling enough.

But he asks her first if she's alright, which she's not entirely expecting. Aside from the blood rushing to her face and them being stuck here without any improvements or news? She's fine. "Well enough, I think. But I can't help but be worried." She hesitates, then adds, "And not always about those who aren't here."