"I've never stopped wondering," he admits quietly.

Not that he can. It's impossible. The brand on his shoulder keeps from doing that, and more. But that's another subject for another time. The story told is in truth, and in part had been to help in relating. The other, to honor the trust Zevran has given him.

He already knows why he'd come to help, after all. He knows why he's here now.

"I hope that wasn't too much of for me to tell." Fate cracks a smile. "When you've recovered further, I think drinks are owed, hm?"