“And I thought we won’t rest inside tents anymore after the end of the Blight.” Zevran said, getting closer to the Warden. This winter was gentler than the Ferelden one but still, it was a good excuse.
“It’s a long way to Anderfeles. We’ll keep resting in tents for a while. Disappointed?” Amell said casting a small flame to gave them warmth.
“Not much. After all, you are quite a source of hotness.”
Both of them snorted. “Zev, you are silly as always…”