Azry wraps a hand around Alistair’s neck and tugs him down to kiss him. 

“We’ll end him. I swear it.”

Alistair wraps his arms around her and holds her close. 

Wynne watches Blaze heal with fondness. “I can show you how to do that better. Leliana! Come here.”

Leliana jumps a little, but comes as requested, holding a small wound in her side. 

Blaze tilts her head in question.

“Lay your hands on the wound like so-“ Wynne demonstrates. 

Blaze follows the instructions.

Wynne is impressed, especially since Blaze clearly wasn’t trained as a healer. 

“That feels much better, Blaze. Thank you.”

Shy smile.

“We’d better get moving. I can’t wait to see what Orzammar looks like!”

Azry and Alistair have detangled, but their hands have linked. 

“Ready to keep moving?” She calls out to Blaze and Wynne. 

Blaze nods.

“Then let’s keep moving.”

She and Alistair lead the way. 

Zevran drops back to walk with Blaze. 

“Was that the first time you’d seen Alistair use his templar skills?”

She doesn't want to think about this. "Yes."

Zevran sees the look, and quietens. It doesn’t stop his concern for her. 

Even with what Wynne said last night. 

She ducks her head, focusing on putting one front in front of the other, on her baby.

After a moment, Zevran holds out an arm to help her. 

After a second, she takes it.

He smiles at her, comfortingly.

She manages a smile back.

He tucks another hand over hers, squeezing gently.

Wynne frowns, but says nothing.

In the distance, though not to far, a great set of stone steps can be seen, and in front, a modest market, brightly coloured tents noticeable against the white snow.