Alistair pulls her closer, and kisses her head. "Let's go get her, then."

Zevran saunters over to Blaze, grinning. "We make a very good team."

She sits down, abruptly. "I don't-"

She has no idea where any of that even came from, and that probably shows.

Oh no. 

He kneels down in front of her, and takes her hands. "No, no, it's all right. It's good! You were protecting us. You were helping. And you didn't hurt anyone."

"I just- I didn't think. And it just- happened."

"Instincts are good. Instincts protect you and the people you care about. You listened to them. It's a very good thing."

She nods slowly, not entirely convinced. "It worked."

"It did. And I'm not saying that it's something you should do all the time," he says, grinning. "But it's good to know that we've got fiery back up."

Okay, that manages to raise a smile out of Blaze.

"There we go," Zevran says, squeezing her hands. 

"Right! Who's coming on the murder party?" Azry calls to the group.

-Blaze should probably not volunteer for that. She has her baby to think about.

"I'll stay. Blaze and I have a prior engagement."

"I might need an assassin. I'm going up against a bunch," Azry pointed out.

"I think you're forgetting the other assassin in the group," Zevran says, nodding at Leliana.

"Of course I'm going. They tried to kill my friend," Leliana's voice is just as high and sweet as usual, but there is something steely about it. 

The rest of the group volunteers, but Eddie and Zevran. Eddie makes his choice clear by sitting next to Blaise, dropping his head into her lap.

She smiles down at him, and scratches his ears.

Happy bark!

"You two, watch yourselves," Azry says to Zevran and Blaze. To everyone else, "Let's go murder a clave of assassins."

"You be careful too," Blaze says quietly. "You're going right for them."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I took on a castle filled with guards in a blood-stained wedding gown." 

She turns and leaves, letting the rest of them follow her.

"We've got her back, Blaze," Alistair reassures her, quickly catching up to Azry.

Blaze nods - she'd believe that.

Once the group is gone, Zevran takes Blaze's hand. "Let's go get your sheathe, hm?"