Wynne calls Alistair over. “Once the fire is gone, check them for Blaze’s phylactery. That way we can be sure she can’t be tracked down.”

Alistair raises an eyebrow. “You want to flout Circle laws?”

Wynne gestures at Blaze. “In order to protect mages like her, I think such laws need to be broken.”

Alistair is quiet a moment. “I agree,” he says finally, and walks back over to the burning Templars. 

She immediately wraps her arms around her stomach, protective, scared, because she's not used to people asking what she wants, and she's never wanted anything so much as she's wanted the child she carries. She curls down as much as she can with Wynne's hands on her shoulders, and closes her eyes.

"I d-don't want to- be...a burden," she mumbles, doesn't open her eyes, just...waits.

Wynne walks around her, crouching in front of her. She tucks a piece of Blaze’s hair behind her ear. “You will never be a burden. Your life, your health, is not burdensome. Never again will you feel like that.”

“Hear hear. We will protect you, and the child. And thank you, for helping us fight,” Azry says. 

She's still for a moment, and then just...starts crying, rocking slightly. Because she doesn't know how to deal with this, no-one has ever done anything like this for her before (even with a price), and she's exhausted and doesn't know what to expect. It is not, entirely, distress that's causing the tears - there's relief there as well, even if she's still sure this can't be real, and they're going to want something eventually, because everyone does.

Wynne is quick to gather the girl into her arms, rocking her back and forth. "Shhh, now. It's okay. It's okay. It's all over. You're safe now."

Alistair does find a small vial, filled with blood that pulses when pointed at Blaze. He shatters it in his fist.

She flinches at the contact, still expecting pain rather than comfort, but let's herself be held and rocked. It takes a little while, but eventually her sobs subside, and she's just leaning against Wynne, worn out and pliant.

“There you go. It’s okay. Cry as long as you need.”

Wynne looks up at Azry. “She needs rest, water, and something filling to eat once she wakes up. I’ll keep healing her in the meantime.”

Azry nods. “Leliana and Anwen will go hunting in the morning. Zevran brought fresh water, so she will have that. And not a single one of us will let anyone close to her that means harm.”

She bends down, face to face with Blaze. “No more running. No more hiding. You are safe with us.”

Leliana retrieves a spare blanket, as does Alistair. Zevran hands over an old pair of boots, only slightly worn in. Morrigan offers a shawl. Anwen hands over, somewhat grouchily, an offering of the roasted vegetables. Sten offers nothing material, but he stands closer to the camp than he had before. Eddie the Mabari snuffles closer to the girl, sniffing her hopefully.

She keeps her eyes lowered (eye contact was a no). "I- as you say, ma'am," she murmurs. (She's not sure she knows what 'safe' is.)

Everyone bringing stuff confuses her, she has no idea what she's supposed to do. She watches the Mabari, a little cautious, but he doesn't seem to be a threat. She's not even entirely conscious of holding her hand out a little towards him (her eyes still dart around, watching for any indication of displeasure from the people around her).

Eddie sniffs the girl hopefully, tail wagging.

"That's Eddie. He won't bite."

She stretches her hand out a little further so she can stroke his ears.

Eddie barks playfully, and nestles close, placing his huge head in her lap.

She flinches a tiny bit at his bark, but settles some when all he does afterwards is put his head in her lap. She risks stroking his head some more, scratching gently at his ears. (She darts a nervous look to Azry, not entirely sure if this is okay.)

“Awww.” Azry titles her head, beaming in approval.

Eddie barks happily, cuddling closer to Blaze. 

She relaxes a tiny bit at Azry's approval, and-

She's exhausted. She wants to just- stop, for a little while.

She leans down to bury her face in Eddie's fur. Maybe she can just stay like this for a while.

Eddie makes a soft little whine, lying down to make himself a more comfortable pillow. 

“She’s exhausted. She should rest.” Wynne tucks a blanket around the young Mage. 

She flinches a little when Wynne tucks the blanket around her, but settles when that's all that happens.

Eddie's warm, and comfortable, and she'll likely drift off.

Eddie curls around the girl, doing his best to not disturb her. 

“Take care of her, boy.” Azry scratches his ears.