Sten is not assured, but he likes that she made her own decision. So he trusts her, and with a nod, leaves.

She looks to Zevran with a slightly tilted head.

Zevran leads the way into the clearing, taking a torch with them just in case they're out long enough after sun down.

She follows after him, a little cautious about being away from camp, but...

"All right. This seems far enough away. For cautiousness sake, can you summon ice as well as you do fire?"

"I've- never really tried, sir. I- doubt it?"

"I guess we'll just have to run, screaming, back to Wynne should something terrible happen." This is delivered with a smile. After so long travelling with Blaze, Zevran does not fear her. 

"So. Practice. I know it's different to what Sten taught you, but it will come easier to your smaller, lighter, more elven frame."

She nods. "The same motions, sir?"

"Please, sir is not necessary. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends." He knows she knows this, but can't help a little bit of showing off.

"Yes. But as you do, keep moving. Learn to fight and move at once. That's the harder part."

And it is, although she focuses and tries, she occasionally stumbles, or fumbles. There does not, perhaps interestingly, seem to be a noticeable difference in which hand she favours.

Zevran stops her after a while. "Face me. Mirror my movements."

He begins a slow series of quick dodge-and-strikes. "Easier for you to pull off and escape afterwards. I don't deny that Sten meant well, but there was no way you would be able to fight like him."

She watches him for a moment before mirroring his movements. Nods to his words. Doesn't really act adversely to his mention of Sten here - can see the logic of his words.

Zevran beams. "That feels much easier, yes? And once the baby is out, you'll be even quicker."

"Perhaps," she agrees, pausing, and smiling down at her stomach.

"Oh, none of that now. You are a warrior in this moment, and we have work to do. Come. Again."

He has her run through it again and again, until finally a huge smile breaks out across his face. He grabs her shoulder good-naturedly. "You are such a fast learner! We will make a Crow of you, yet."

She goes briefly rigid and then-

Drops smoothly to her knees, hands reaching for his belt.

"Woah! Woah, Blaze, this-" He steps out of her hands quickly, heart thudding in his chest. "What are you doing?"

She flinches, drops her gaze and draws in on herself. "I- I thought- repaying you, sir?"

"...repaying?" Zevran feels sick. "You...you did this for Sten?"

He was going to kill the qunari.

"No! No. He- didn't want, but-"

Well. That was a relief. Though not for very long.

"Blaze, why do you think you have to do that?"

"I- every- back in- the Circle. They- I had to. They- they looked after me. I needed to- and- and you've all- given me so much more. And-"

"We want to take care of you, Blaze, we don't need repayment. Especially not-"

Bile rises in Zevran's throat. We take care of you, boy. Don't you want to show some appreciation?

"You don't have to give me anything you wouldn't want to give. I am a true believer in casual sex, it's true, but only when both parties are willing." Zevran's usual humour is brittle.

She- can tell she's messed up here somehow, doesn't understand how-

Hiccups a sob. "M'sorry. I- I don't- didn't- M'sorry."