In response, for just a moment, he leans his head against Alistair's shoulder.






The words themselves are easy. I swear unto the Maker and to the Holy Andraste to love this man for the rest of my days. It was going to happen anyway. It's an easy thing to swear.

The lack of drama to it... it's easy, too. As though it'll always be this simple. Let it be so, he thinks fervently. Please.