A smile. An actual complete smile.

Gone very quickly. 

"A foolish choice. He is a wardog."

-she noticed that smile.

"Perhaps," she agrees. "But mine to make."

"You would make a terrible qunari, kadan," he repeats, but sounds unbearably fond.

Her smile turns shy and she ducks her head. "Maybe a good thing I'm not then."

A derisive snort. Sten stands, going back to his pack, ensuring everything is together.

Azry and the rest are coming back, still talking. Azry is talking furiously at Zevran.

Who seems just sad. Maybe Azry isn't yelling at him.

Blaze bites at her lip, not sure what to do now, concerned about the interaction between Zevran and Azry, but not sure whether that's her fault or something else.

Azry seems to finish her tirade at the each of camp, just far enough away to be out of earshot.

Zevran replies, holding her shoulders, like he was apologising.

Azry softens, and hugs him.

Wynne places a gentle hand on the back of Zevran's head.

Alistair joins the hug, eyes closed and hugging both of the elves fiercely.

When they part, Azry gently cups Zevran's face, murmuring something. Then she and Alistair head back to their belongings, readying themselves to leave.

Wynne does the same, walking past Blaze and touching her shoulder gently as she does.

Zevran remains, one arm wrapped around himself, the other bent, hand tucked under his chin. His pack is still where he left it.

She pauses, and then goes and fetches his pack, taking it over to him, stopping still a little way from him, looking a little awkward.

He doesn't notice her at first, but when he does, his trademark smile is back on his face.

"Blaze, thank you. That's very kind." He takes his pack and swings it on. "Ready for another thrilling day of walking?"

She nods. "I- it's- better than being. Stuck."

She wasn't supposed to know- she was supposed to be out of earshot-

He quickly squashes that line of thought.

"True. Nothing worse than stagnation."

She smiles shyly. "I- can I walk with you?"

"Bambina," Zevran says, incredibly fondly, giving her a hug. "That would be lovely, but I've got to scout ahead with Anwen. We're the quickest and the quietest. I'll see you when you stop for lunch."

"Oh- of course. Yes, see you at lunch."