“He should know to tread lightly around you still. Though, he isn’t much more than a boy himself.”

Zevran tucks her head under his chin. “We’ll have to plan revenge on him. Maybe we’ll steal his clothes while he bathes? No, too childish. Oh, maybe we’ll leave something pungent smelling in his pack!” All he’s doing is trying to calm Blaze’s racing heartbeat.

She giggles slightly at the ludicrous ideas. "I- no. No, it's- fine."

“Are you sure you don’t want to convince Morrigan to turn into a spider and wait in his tent?”

"-she can do that?" That sounds far more like interest in the ability to do that than wanting to go with that idea.

“She hasn’t shown you yet? Oh, Blaze, bambina, you are in for a treat.”

He steps back, huge grin on his face as he grabs Blaze’s shoulders. “Not just a spider either. Wolf, crow, I think I heard her say a bear too!”

"-she won't mind?"

Zevran laughs. “You clearly have not spoken to Morrigan enough. She could compete with me for the most unrepentant show off.”

"Haven't really spoken to her at all. I- think I would like to see that?"

“Then we will go speak to the evil Witch of the Wilds and convince her to do a few party tricks for us!” He smiles. 

Azry was making her way over, already trying to school her face into something less furious. 

Zevran met her eye and without catching Blaze’s attention, and shook his head minutely. 

Azry stopped, raised an eyebrow, but listened. 

...She thinks something might just have happened, but isn't sure what. And they haven't drawn her attention to it, so she figures they don't want her to know.

“So! Shall we go see what Morrigan is up to?” 

"Yes please, si- um. Zevr- Zev?"

He grins. “Zev is perfect.”

He wraps an arm around and her leads her to the edge of camp.

Morrigan sees their approach.

“Zevran. What do you want now? Are you finally bored with your little witch?"

“That, dear Morrigan, will never happen.”

...Blaze tries to not be too uncomfortable with that interaction, reminds herself that these people seem...comfortable with this kind of thing. She stays tucked tight against Zevran's side.

“Blaze was just informing me that she has yet to see your special talents. The eight legged thing in particular.”

He gently squeezes Blaze’s shoulder, comfortingly. 

“Hmmm? I suppose you would like a demonstration, for me to teach you all I know?” Morrigan asks Blaze, raising one eyebrow. 

"If you don't mind, ma'am? Uh, the spider thing that is."

"What are they teaching you? I suppose I could give you a show. Just this once."

--and with that, Morrigan is engulfed in golden light, and in her place is a huge, monstrous, purple spider. 

An awed smile from Blaze. She doesn't seem even slightly phased by the spider, more fascinated.

Zevran turns his nose up at the spider, but grins at the look on Blaze’s face.