"It's...interesting. We saw a fight and then nug racing."

"You can race nugs? I've never seen Leliana's do more than pout."

"Apparently so."

"You pick a winner?"

"Mhmm. No-one believed me."

"Yeah, that feels very familiar," Azry grins. "No one particularly believed me. 'cept Alistair."

Blaze smiles shyly up at Azry. "Must be...nice? To have that."

Azry laughs. "If you'd told me a year ago I'd be head over heels for a human, of all things, I probably would've punched you for daring to say it."

She giggles a little, and nods.

"I grew up in an Alienage. A lot different to a Circle, in a number of ways, but it's still a prison, of a sort. Humans barrelling through, thinking they own the place."

"They do," Blaze points out quietly, wrapping her arms around herself. "Or- no-one's going to tell them they don't."

"Not a one wants to admit they build on the bones of an elven empire," Azry agrees. She realises that Blaze is referring to herself as the very property humans think they own, and she feels at once guilt, but also a savage need to burn down her entire Circle. 

"The elves will rise again!" She declares instead, turning a grin she doesn't quite feel on the younger elf.

It gets a faint smile in response. "I- Guess you'll make it happen."

Azry laughs. "Maybe. Once the small matter of the Blight is dealt with." 

Blaze smiles a little more, relaxes a little, nods again.

Azry sighs contently, and leans back in her chair. "You hungry? I could sure as hell eat."

"-Yes, I-could probably eat, yes. Thank you."

She grins at Blaze, then leans back in her chair. "Oi! Alistair!"

He spins on his heel, throwing her a curious look. "Am I being summoned?" He yells back.

"Bring us food, shemlen!" Azry crows at him.

He bows low, grinning, and heads off to do just that.

Blaze watches the interaction, a little confused, mostly content.

Alistair comes to the table not long later, with food enough for them all. 

"Turns out dwarves do have bread, Blaze. I had no reason to worry!"

She giggles. "It would be weird if they didn't."

"Oh, you never know. Once met an Orlesian merchant who didn't have cheese. An Orlesian! Without cheese!" Alistair says, aghast.