"We may actually get something good to eat. And yes, I'm fully aware I'm mocking my own cooking."

Blaze half-giggles, but cuts herself off.

"We'll leave you lot in the market, Alistair and I will figure out how we get in."

"I'll keep an eye on everyone."

Agreeing bark!

Blaze smiles down at Eddie. "Good boy."

"All right. Stay here."

Alistair and Azry peel off in the direction of the stairs.

"Come, Blaze, let's find you something warmer to wear." 

Wynne is looking at Zevran with deep concern in her eyes.

"You should probably see what she wants. I'll be here."

Zevran goes to unwrap his hand from Blaze's.

Blaze, for half a heartbeat, clings, and then makes herself step away. "I- yes."

"You don't have to let go. I can come with you?"

It may go against Wynne's wishes, but Zevran doesn't like the lost look in her eye, or frightened tone in her voice.

"Please?"

Zevran's smile is a soft thing. "Of course, bambina. Let's go."

Wynne's frown deepens.

Blaze responds with as close as she can manage to a defiant look.

"I believe clothes shopping was in order?"

"I'm sure there's something you would rather be doing, Zevran."

"The lady insisted, and I am but her servant."

Wynne sends him a very stern look, but turns a softer one on Blaze. "All right. This stall here looks promising."

She leads the way.

Eddie comes up beside Blaze to pant happily.

Blaze follows, doing her best to ignore the tension, instead scratching Eddie's ears.

Once at the stall, Wynne goes through all the heavy knit jumpers and cloaks, holding them up to see if they will fit Blaze, hmming and haing. 

Zevran keeps one hand on Blaze's throughout the whole experience.

She doesn't really seem to know what to do. And definitely seems grateful for the contact with Zevran.

Wynne continues to shoot Zevran disapproving looks, but eventually settles on a small knitted jumper and a thick cloak. She pauses on a pair of boots, but remembers that Blaze probably won't wear them anyway. 

"There we go. Pop these on." She hands the items to Blaze.