Zevran smiles warmly at Blaze, squeezing her.

He then turns his attention to Azry. "Are we good for water? I know where the river is, I can start taking people?"

"Good plan. We want to make sure we don't have to stop tomorrow before we hit Orzammar. I'm looking forward to being warm, for once."

"All right."

Zevran goes to pull away from Blaze, to start rounding up the others.

She makes a quiet sound of loss, quickly covering her mouth with her hand - she doesn't want to get in the way.

Zevran doesn't notice. As she makes the noise, he is already calling across the clearing to Leliana, teasing her.

Azry is concerned. "What's wrong? Is it- is it the baby?"

"I- no. Just." She shrugs, not sure how to explain that she's still getting used to friendly touch, and not sure how to explain that Zevran in particular feels safe. Because he understands.

Azry's not a mind-reader, but she's gotten good at reading faces. Blaze's look after Zevran is longing, but sad. She's not sure the intention of those feelings, but trusts Zevran. 

"He's not going far. And he'll be with us all day tomorrow. I don't like splitting the group when we get close to a town."

She relaxes a little, and nods. "O-okay," she agrees.

“He told us. This morning. What happened.”Azry rubs her hand up and down Blaze’s shoulder. “You are so brave. And I promise you’ll never have to feel powerless again.”

She flinches a little, she never wanted them to know, didn't want them to-

But Azry isn't scorning her for it, is telling her she's brave and-

"I- I didn't have a choice," she mumbles. "Before. I-"

“No. And we’re going to make sure that you always will have a choice.”

Azry looks up, eyes going to Zevran as he leads Alistair and Leliana down towards the river. “The both of you.” 

Azry wonders if mentioning Shianni was worth it, but finds not knowing what happened after hurts too much to think about, so she keeps it to herself.

"...Yeah." She agrees, looking across to Zevran. He might not need help, but she's going to anyway.

Zevran and the others are close to the tree line, about to disappear into the woods beyond. 

Some of the trees have already shed their leaves, testament to winter’s harsh grasp up here in the mountains. 

“Why don’t you sit down for a minute? I know Wynne would like to look you over.”

"...Okay," she agrees, and looks around for somewhere to do that.

Wynne is sitting on the ground nearby. Unfortunately, the clearing is very clear; the high altitude and cold weather making it quite sparse. 

She crosses over to Wynne, but isn't sure what to say.

Wynne’s hands are already glowing blue. “Quick check up?” She offers, wiggling sparkling fingers. 

Blaze nods, a little talked out.

Wynne notices. “All right. Two taps on my wrist if you want me to stop.” 

Wynne lays her hands gently on Blaze and lets her magic flow through her. 

She doesn't need Wynne to stop, but she does appreciate being given the out - even if she doesn't entirely trust it.

Wynne finishes up as Zevran, Leliana and Alistair return. 

Zevran trades quick words with Azry, blows a kiss to Wynne and Blaze, and then is darting back up the road, into the distance. 

“All right folks, let’s get moving!”