Zevran gasps with complete horror.

He turns to Blaze, eyes wide, mouth an 'O'. "Can you believe the slander levelled against me?"

...She doesn't seem to know how to respond to that.

"I agree, Blaze. I am too aghast at the falsehoods that spill from Sten's mouth. For shame." 

He nods out to the side of the camp. "Over here." He heads off.

Eddie follows too, panting happily.

She gives Eddie a quick clap as they walk.

He nudges up into her hand, whining.

"I think this is as far as we can get. All right."

Zevran hands her his twin daggers again.

She scritches Eddie's ears, almost apologetically, and takes the daggers from Zev, waiting for his instructions.

Zevran runs her through the steps again, correcting her hands and feet as he goes, but for the most part, she's picking it up remarkably quickly and Zevran is very happy.

Sten watches on, outwardly impassive.

Zevran calls an end to it an hour later, taking the daggers back from Blaze and congratulating her. He leds the little group back to the camp, where Alistair announces dinner is ready. As he predicted earlier, Anwen had made a kill, though it had caused an argument between her and him ("A deer!? An entire deer!? What in the name of the Maker are we going to do with an entire deer just before we get to Orzammar?"), but it means the stew might actually have a taste. 

Zevran grabs a bowl for himself and Blaze, sitting down close to the fire and offering it to her. "You did very well. We'll have to see about getting you daggers of your own."

She ducks her head shyly. "I- you don't- have to." (There's the part of her still expecting to have to pay back this kindness.)

"Ah, but here's the kicker. I want to. Very much. You should have a set of weapons all your own, in case anyone gets too close."

In case your magic doesn't work, he doesn't say.

-She obviously doesn't know what to say to that.

"I- thank you." (There's a moment where it looks like she's going to say something else, probably an offer to repay him, but she visibly stops herself.)

Zevran notices. He’s had to do it himself. 

He plays it off. “Think nothing of it. You’re paying me back by keeping me trained to! Nothing gets an assassin killed faster than lack of practice.”

"I- then. You're- welcome? I guess?"

Zevran grins hugely at her. “Truly, you are a saint, Blaze.”

She ducks her head further, skin flushing, no clue how to respond to that.

Zevran smiles at that, but lets her get back to eating dinner, so he can do the same. 

Well, she finishes her dinner then.

Leliana plays her lute softly, singing along to it.

Wynne is setting up hers and Blaze's bedrolls inside the tent, humming along to Leliana's song.

Blaze hums quietly, looks to Zev. And then ducks her head, not sure how to ask what she wants to ask.

Zevran’s taken out a whetstone and is sharpening his knives. He raises an eyebrow at Blaze. “Something the matter?”

"I- no. Just-"