The tent all the way at the far end of the camp, and while Bethany managed not to trip, thank the Maker, she was fairly slowed by the bundle of wood she was carrying with her. When she entered the tent, she bit her lip as she looked at the blonde healer with his back to her, taking care of the wound on a soldier's back.

Instead, she went immediately over to the fire, and started to feed it a few logs, keeping her back politely turned while the patient dressed. Only then did she rise and speak, juggling the last few logs and smiling bright, "I'm sorry about the delay -- I had to make a few trips to get the wood for every ... "

The logs slipped out of her grasp as she stared at the man in front of her. A man who had saved her life and then turned around years later and destroyed all of Kirkwall. Blood drained from her face, before her jaw tightened and her golden brown eyes flashed. She stepped over the logs, stepped lightly over to him, lifting her hand and SLAP -- smacked him as hard as she could.

Then while he was gathering his wits about him, her face broken down into tears as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face into his shoulder as she sobbed, "Oh ... you ... you ... stupid, careless ... IDIOT."