Alistair, your brother, had an interesting habit of putting your hand to his heart, and he would unbutton his shirt so that you could feel his skin and the hot blood in his veins. He had been doing this since childhood, it calmed him down.

Once, while helping in the temple, he, not ashamed of the priest and your protests, put your hand on his heart

Alistar sincerely did not understand why you suddenly wanted to distance yourself from him, he frowned, took offense

Alistair: I just need to feel your hand, please.