Anwen walks up near him, never next to him (he would never dream she stand near a flat ear) and he takes that as their cue to leave.

He presses a quick kiss to Blaze's hair. "See you later."

With that, both of the elves are darting off towards the horizon.

...Is Blaze slightly wistful as she watches them go? Maybe, but she hides it well.

She looks around the others, to see if they're ready to move on as well.

Sten is ready to go, Eddie beside him.

Leliana is in quiet conversation with Wynne, but they also seem ready to move.

Morrigan is staring at Sten admiringly.

Azry and Alistair also seem ready, but are in quiet, fierce conversation.

After a moment of thought, she drifts back over to Sten and Eddie, figuring if nothing else, she can play with the mabari.

Sten looks at her, acknowledging her approach, but says nothing else.

Eddie barks and bounds in front of her, tongue panting and tail wagging furiously.

She smiles, and leans down to give him a quick pat.

Then: exciting walking?

Exciting walking!

Azry leads the way, Wynne falling back to walk with Blaze and Sten. They make good time, stopping just after midday.

Zevran spots them. "Hail, Wardens!" he says, tossing a knife easily.

Anwen is nowhere to be seen.

"Did you lose Anwen?" Azry calls.

"More like she lost me, Azry. She got bored two hours in and took off on her own. Ah, youth."

Blaze smiles shyly, and waves a little to Zevran, before seeing if there's anything she can help with, even if they aren't stopping for long.

Alistair looks like he could use some help, but looks away quickly when he catches her eye.

Leliana has dumped her pack and is spread out like a star on the ground. She looks like she's muttering something under her breath.

Wynne smiles widely at her. She doesn't look like she needs help, but the way her eyes keep going to Blaze's belly, she clearly thinks Blaze needs hers.

...Except she needs to apologise to Alistair for her earlier response, and also wants to prove to herself that she can talk to him without...

That happening again.

She moves over. "I- would you like a hand?" she asks timidly.

"Blaze!" He promptly drops his whetstone mid sword-sharpen, onto his foot. "Ow."

He tries three times to pick it up, fumbling it every time Blaze comes into his peripheral vision. "I'm...not usually- Oh, who am I kidding. I am usually this clumsy."

...She can't help a quiet giggle, and ducks down, a little tense in his space, and picks the whetstone up, stepping back immediately and straightening up, holding it out to him.

"Th- Thank you." Alistair half-goes back to sharpening his sword, but stops. Sighs. Slides his sword back into its scabbard and tucks the whetstone into his pack.

"Blaze...about this morning," he starts.

She cuts him off. "I- I'm sorry that I put you in that position. I- I'm not good at knowing when people are joking, no- no-one ever did before. Not to me. Especially not about- about how much I was eating."

Alistair softens entirely. He looks so much younger in that moment. "Blaze, you have nothing to apologise for. We didn't- Well. I suppose you would've told us when you trusted us. I'm sorry we found out this way. But please, know this. I am an idiot. I say a lot of dumb things. And when that happens, you have every right to set me on fire. Azry sure would if she could," he says with a crooked smile.