"That eases my troubled heart," Zevran says with a smile, nudging Blaze gently. 

She giggles, looks down.

"Would you like something to eat? It has been sometime since lunch."

"Oh- I. Yes. Please."

Zevran orders something recognisable, and this time pays with money. He hands the bowl to Blaze and gestures for them to sit down at a table.

"That shouldn't be too inoffensive on the stomach."

"Thank you," she says as she sits down and starts to eat.

"You're welcome." Zevran sips his beer and enjoys the simple pleasure of sitting in a chair.

She's quiet for a moment while eating.

Then: "I- would you mind. If I shared your room?"

Zevran has to stop the mental panic at her question, telling himself that she didn't mean it like that, she knows she doesn't have to. He takes in a breath, a drops his tanker onto the table. 

"Are you sure?"

"I. Yes? I don't- the others--And you won't-"

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t.” Zevran steeples his fingers, thinking. He is concerned, but he likes the idea of being able to keep a close eye on Blaze. And that she feels safest with him? That makes him responsible for her, and he’ll happily take on that task. 

“All right. We’ll be roommates for an evening,” he says with a grin. 

She relaxes a little and smiles. "Thank you."

“Thank you for trusting me. I hope I’m proving worthy of it.”

She smiles, and goes back to her food.

Zevran enjoys the easy silence, until someone across the bar catches his eye. He knows that look, and were it perhaps a better time he would gladly go investigate what about himself interests that dwarf so. 

He smiles lazily back, but turns his attention back to Blaze. “Fancy exploring? Or are you tired?”

She thinks for a moment. "Let's go exploring?"

"Yes, absolutely! Let's go see what Orzammar has for us."

He turns in his chair to yell at Sten. "Fancy coming on an adventure that isn't standing in a corner looking grumpy?"

Sten frowns at Zevran, but nods. He seems a little more at ease with the idea of moving.

Blaze giggles, and seems happy to know that Sten's coming with them as well.

Zevran stands, and offers a hand to Blaze. "Shall we?"

She takes it to help herself up. "Yeah, let's."

They head back out into Orzammar proper, and Zevran leads them down a side street that opens up into a sprawling market, though it is a strangely under-populated.

Zevran wastes no time in poking about in stalls.

Blaze, for lack of a better idea, joins him.

Zevran takes great delight in showing her some strange dwarven contraption. He nearly breaks it, much to the stall holder's dismay.

Blaze is equal parts amused and concerned by Zevran's antics.