Alistair's loath to admit how difficult this has been. Skyhold had plenty of open space, but it always had walls, or alcoves he could duck into, or rooms where he could hide altogether until his heartbeat backed down. He can keep it together when they pass through forests or villages. Open land, wide open sky...well, that's when he starts drumming his fingers until he's safe in their tent for the evening.
Still, though: it is good to have a sword at his waist and a shield on his back again.
(And considering the alternative would've included no sword, no shield, and at least six weeks away from Cullen, he will damn well make sure he keeps it together for the duration.)
Dinner's winding down. Seated shoulder-to-shoulder with Cullen, Alistair scrapes the last bit of meat out of his bowl; when he feels Cullen's foot jittering next to his, he gives it a gentle nudge.
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Alistair's loath to admit how difficult this has been. Skyhold had plenty of open space, but it always had walls, or alcoves he could duck into, or rooms where he could hide altogether until his heartbeat backed down. He can keep it together when they pass through forests or villages. Open land, wide open sky...well, that's when he starts drumming his fingers until he's safe in their tent for the evening.
Still, though: it is good to have a sword at his waist and a shield on his back again.
(And considering the alternative would've included no sword, no shield, and at least six weeks away from Cullen, he will damn well make sure he keeps it together for the duration.)
Dinner's winding down. Seated shoulder-to-shoulder with Cullen, Alistair scrapes the last bit of meat out of his bowl; when he feels Cullen's foot jittering next to his, he gives it a gentle nudge.