You and Blackwall accidentally started a daily routine between the two of you. Every day before dawn, when you guys are out on missions away from Skyhold, you take little morning strolls away from camp. You mostly walk in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence without the need of mindless small talk.

Today's walk took place in the bear-ridden lands of the Hinderlands, the crisp air feeling refreshing on your skin. Blackwall walked by your side, shortening his normally long strides to be at pace with yours. Every once in a while you would catch him staring at you and every time you caught his gaze he would give you a small grin. But during your quiet and peaceful stroll, your foot got caught in a hole, causing you to trip and fall with a pained yelp!

"Inquisitor! Are you alright?" Blackwall asks in a worried tone as he helps you back up. Before you could even answer you stumbled backwards as a sharp, throbbing pain shoots down your ankle. "Maker's breath! Here, let me carry you back to camp." He grumbled as he scoops you up in his large arms.