"Yes, we don't want it blocking your eyes, dear girl."

A sweet, lilting voice sounds from behind Blaze. "I may be able to help with that."

She jumps a little at the voice behind her and starts to turn to look.

The red-haired human waves, smiling sweetly. She smells vaguely of flowers. "I'm Leliana. I would've introduced myself before, but I didn't want to startle you."

"I, um, Blaze, ma'am," she realises that Leilana probably already knows that, and winces a little.

"Nice to officially meet you, Blaze. Would you mind if I braided your hair? I promise to keep it simple." The longing look on Leliana's face shows that she very much would like to do something elaborate.

"I- if you wish, ma'am?"

Leliana retrieves a few things from her pack. Firstly, she rubs a lotion through Blaze's tangled hair. It smells lovely, and will help her comb through tangles faster and gentler. She then does just that, making sure not to tug on the poor girl's hair. Once the strands are all separated, her fingers work quickly to braid her hair into one long plait, tight enough to stay together mid battle, but loose enough that it doesn't pull at Blaze's scalp. 

"There we are. Though, if we were in Orlais, I would thread a blue ribbon through it. A girly touch," Leliana says, tying the end of the plait.

"Much better," Wynne says approvingly.

"I thank you, ma'am," she says quietly, smiling a tiny bit.

"You're very welcome. I love doing hair. I have to keep mine short, so getting to play with long hair is such a treat."

"You've never done my hair."

"You've never let me!"

Blaze quietly finishes her meal, and then starts to clear her dishes, looking for somewhere to clean them.

"Don't you worry about that, one of the boys will take care of it. You just get some rest."

"Would you like to use my tent? I'm used to sleeping rough."

"I- uh- no, ma'am, that- wouldn't be right."

“You must! I insist.”

“It would be better for the baby for you to be out of the elements, Blaze.”

"I- uh- if- if you-" (She can't, she shouldn't, but- but her baby. She needs to-) "If you- think that's best. Ma'am."

Wynne smiles graciously, but there is a knowing glint to her eye. Blaze will forgo any comfort for herself, but will do anything to keep the babe safe. Wynne will definitely exploit that.

 “Good, that’s settled.”

Azry smiles at the scene, very glad that Blaze is letting them care for her. Her attention is drawn back to the map spread out on the ground, and a few pieces of parchment held down under a rock. 

Leliana offers Blaze a smile, before going to Azry and kneeling next to her. 

“Anything I can help with?”

“Yes, this passage here, was it open when you came from Orlais?”

 The two women bend over the map and are soon lost in discussion. 

...Blaze is a little lost as to what to do now. She's not used to this, and it shows.