Zevran steps away, with a squeeze of Blaze's hand, to let her do so.

Blaze obediently does so. "Thank you, ma'am."

"That will keep you warm. I'm not sure what temperature Orzammar is going to be, but it's good to be prepared."

She turns a stern look on Zevran. "Haven't you got something else to do?"

"Wynne, dear Wynne, I can assure you I don't."

"-I wanted him here."

"I see after I calmly talk to you about something for her own good, you can't even listen for a single day."

"I think she gets to make that decision more than you, don't you think?"

"Considering what happened just a few days ago, you really think she can?"

Blaze sinks down to wrap her arms around Eddie. "He helps. That's all."

"You think I would-"

Zevran breaks off, taking a shaky breath in. All traces of humour or his usual light-hearted self are gone from his face. "How dare you."

Wynne seems takenaback. "Zevran, I didn't mean-"

"We're done, Wynne."

Wynne goes to speak, but shuts her mouth. 

She walks away.

Blaze burrows her face in Eddie's fur. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Zevran doesn't hear her for a minute, blood thundering in his ears-

-but he calms himself to kneel beside her.

"It's not your fault. Nena, it's not your fault. I wouldn't hurt you, I swear."

"I know you wouldn't. I know." (And that isn't even false.) "But I- I don't- Wynne was mad and I don't know why and-"

"She-" He pauses, wondering if he should reveal Wynne's reasons, but then decides fuck it. If she's going to assume things about him, he's going to tell the truth about her. "She had the idea that you had a crush on me, and that distancing myself would be better for you. But, being an abuse victim myself, I know that people suddenly removing themselves isn't always welcome."

She blinks at him. (Isn't entirely sure what he means by crush, so isn't sure she can say she doesn't.)

"I- you. You and Sten. You-" She tries to word it. "You let me- You help."

"We want you too. That includes Azry as well. We want you to stand on your own two feet. In addition, you are a wonderfully fast learner. I could be taking you on assassinations within the month."

That gets a weak giggle. "I think the little one might get in the way."

"No one will see a pregnant assassin coming," Zevran says seriously, through his grin.

That gets a more genuine giggle. "I suppose not."

"In any case, shall we go see what Sten is doing, and perhaps bother him?" Zevran stands and offers his hand.