Alistair sleeps like a rock through the whole night. It's not that he sleeps badly when he's away -- certainly nothing like when he first came to Skyhold -- but it's just...easier, here, than it is most anywhere else in Thedas.

He's come to understand what people mean when they say oh, it's nice to be home in my own bed. The actual bed has little to do with it. The my part, the home part -- that's the important bit.

Easier to grasp when one finally has a home of their own.




Shortly after sunrise, Alistair stretches his legs down the length of the bed, toes curling, and lets out an expansive yawn.