"I- I'm fine," she says, aware of his eyes, leaning very slightly into Sten.

Eddie makes a concerned whine and cuddles up on the other side of Blaze. 

Wynne doesn’t even look up. She sends a stamina spell Blaze’s way, a rune lighting up beneath her feet, and then goes back to closing Zevran’s wounds. 

“Anyone else bleeding? Now’s the time!”

There’s a soft chorus of no, thank yous. 

-she murmurs her gratitude anyway, even if she didn't need that, and rests her hand on Eddie's head.

Wynne finishes her work with Zevran in another few minutes, settling back onto her feet with a sigh. “There we go, good as new. You’ll be back into your old tricks before the sun sets.”

She accepts the bottle of Lyrium Leliana digs out from her bag, drinking it quickly. 

Zevran rotates his wrist around a few times, nodding in satisfaction. “Wynne, you are a wonder and a fine example of both magery and womanhood.” That gets him a scoff. He rises up, pressing a kiss to Wynne’s cheek, before heading to Blaze, brows furrowed in concern. 

“Are you all right?”

"I- yes, I'm fine, are- are you?"

He pulls up the sleeve of his tunic, showing her his wrist. There is only the tiniest scar left behind, and he seems to have no problem moving it. 

“Back to my charming self,” he grins. 

She seems relieved at that, and nods slowly. "Yeah," she agrees.

"Thank you, for coming to my rescue so quickly. Twice," he wraps his arms around her shoulders (Sten steps back, frowning).

Morrigan raises a hand, and these bodies burst into purple fire too.

"We'll move up a little further, and try and get off the road, though I'm not sure how successful that endeavour will be." 

They are on a mountain.

Blaze leans slightly into Zevran, but is ready to move, and will follow obediently.

They find a spot, only just off the side of the road but with enough space for the camp. People start setting up straight away, well used to the routine at this point.

Once camp is set up, Zevran heads back to Blaze. "Feel like training? Unless you're too tired. Wouldn't want you overextending yourself."

"No, I'd like to! Please."

"Ah, the spirit may be willing, but the body..." He gives her a serious look, imploring her to consider herself.

"I- I think I'm okay?" she says, trying to be reassuring, but it comes out sounding more like a question.

"Hmmm." He doesn't want to keep pushing her to answer, especially not if she's telling the truth. So instead he claps his hands together.

"All right. We'll...well. We'll go as far from the camp as we can, which is not looking like quite enough distance, but caution for caution's sake."

"I'm coming with you."

"Really? After all our time together, you don't trust me?" Zevran pouts at Sten.

"Obviously not. You are an assassin."

Zevran shrugs. "True enough."

"A failed assassin."