"You know what I really don't miss? Being covered in darkspawn blood," says Stalas, covered in darkspawn blood.
Annie hugs him despite the darkspawn blood, disintegrating some of it in the process. "Want a moment of blightkiller-ness?"
His clothes will still be gross, but it will be a major improvement nonetheless.
"Yeah, in a few minutes I'm taking the Legionnaires and sweeping the city for stray darkspawn. Should only take us an hour or two."
Off he goes. Meanwhile, there are still wounded to deal with, but everyone is talking about how amazingly few casualties there were. Blightkillers, it turns out, are really useful against a Blight.
And Stalas returns!
"We're invited to stay at the royal palace. The Wardens and their allies are being officially recognized for saving the country from the Blight." Pause. "I bet they have really nice pillows."
He's reluctant to get into the details of how he survived, but promises that he'll send some Wardens to Annie later to test whether she can safely blightkiller them and what happens if she does.
The dwarven armies go home, and the elven couple comes along. And then Stalas and Annie are back in Stalas's rooms at the palace. His lovely soundproof rooms.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
He is. This is a happy Annie who is very very very very very in love and very very very very very delighted to be marrying him.
It's official. They're married. They can go back to Stalas's rooms and practice lots and lots and lots and lots of sign language.
Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots! (And Annie can pierce her other ear and have her ~wedding earring~ because she's ~married~. To ~Stalas~.)
Isn't it great to be them?