Sten frowns at her. “You’re afraid.”

She pauses, biting her lip. "I- Yes sir," there's no use in denying it. "I'm sorry."

“Do not be sorry. What is the cause?”

“Sten...” Wynne says warningly. 

Sten ignores the bas saarebas. “If you afraid of your weapon, you will not use it well. If you are afraid of your enemy, they will get the upper hand. If you are afraid of me, you have nothing to fear.”

"I-" she pauses, trying to figure out how to explain this. "You will- want repaid. And- I fear that."

Sten frowns at the girl. “Do not presume to know anything about me.”

He taps her foot with his sword. “Stance.”

"I- no sir," she murmurs, and resumes the stance.

Sten has her run through the two movements again and again and again until Alistair declares that the food is ready. The group around them disperses.

Sten holds out his hand for the wooden sword. “Adequate. We will keep working on it.”

She returns it immediately. And even if the compliment is barely that, her skin darkens slightly. "I- thank you sir."

Sten nods once, then leaves for his tent. 

Eddie nudges Blaze’s side once Sten’s gone. He whines, looking over to the fire.

She reaches down to scratch Eddie's ear, and then, a little cautiously, moves a little closer to the fire.

Eddie follows her, huffing at people to get out of her way. 

Azry hands Blaze a bowl when she gets close. “You looked good! Bit more practice and we might make a swordsman out of you.”

She ducks her head as she takes the bowl. "I, uh, thank you, ma'am. I- Thank you."

Eddie curls up next to Blaze, chewing happily on a bone Alistair gives him. 

“Would you mind if I checked the babe while you eat?” Wynne asks, kneeling next to Blaze. Her hands are already glowing blue. 

She might still not be entirely comfortable with this, but she nods.

“All right.” Wynne lays her hands very gently on Blaze’s stomach. She frowns. 

“Dehydration. Alistair! Fetch some water!”

“On it!” 

“Other than that, the baby seems fine. Now, onto the mother. How are you feeling?”

"I- fine, ma'am. I- it- I haven't hurt my baby have I?"

“No, I just think you could do with some more water. I doubt you got enough while running from the Templars.”

Wynne tucked some of Blaze’s hair behind her ear. “We must do something about this hair.”

She lifts one hand self-consciously to touch her hair. "Oh- I- as you say?"