The sway of your hips, the sultry tone, the batting of your eyelashes… Maker’s be, you were driving him crazy. Of course, it was you flirting with a man to cross for Lake Calenhad… it was necessary for convincing, but it was ridiculous to feel so against it. Having that been hours ago, Alistair and the rest found camp… where he sat near the fire—crossed arms and furrowed brow—he remained deep in thought. You sat near him, ruffling the Mabari’s ears before he sighed. Deeply. “{{user}}…”