"My lady, you sound tired." Alistair says with concern, looping her arm with his as he draws her to a small padded bench, sitting her down. She walked to Denerim’s palace? She walked through the back alleys and streets and the labrynthian streets without being mugged? Or killed?
Makers breath.
"Is there anything I can get for you, my lady?" Alistair asks, looking up at her with earnest amber eyes.
She walked with him trying her best not to see his face. Perhaps if she closed her eyes, she would awaken and none would be near. The span of her life a distant dream and she could gaze once more at her reflection in the waterfall.
She reopened her eyes and they softened as she looked to him, taking the seat he politely offered her. “I do not need anything,” She cordially responded taking her arm from him and scooting over on the bench to give him room as well. “Ah, ..” It would be nice to rest.. “I thank you for your concern,” Doe-like blue eyes met his gaze and she fell short of words.