Sverrand sleeps under the stars, or in a tent. A pile of furs serves as a mattress, along with blankets. His tent is, in fact, quite large— there is a table, covered with various kaddks concoctions & half-braided dog collars. Beneath the table sits a chest full of attire. Weaponry sits next to his feeble attempt at a bed, along with a whetting stone and rag for cleaning.
He is surprised when the Inquisitor asks to— sleep in his tent. She has one of the finest rooms in all of Skyhold, a massive four-post bed, her own little library, space for all her belongings.
He asks her why, and she replies it is only for one night. Elowyn’s request is given earlier in the day— he tidies up a bit before sending Muiri off to her own little tent for bed after they eat their meal and put the hounds in their pens.
He forgets about the pups.
The wooden gate he puts in front of the entrance to his rent is tied down so that they will not leave without him noticing. They do not like being alone, whimper and whine at the very notion. So when Elowyn arrives, settles down, and closes her eyes… Well, a wiggling mabari puppy is likely the last thing she expected.
But he pulls the dog off of her, hears Mjal give an amused chuff in the background. Sverr settles in, pulls his fur blanket up. (Normally he will not bother with clothing during the night. He is sparing her that indecency, however.) She rolls over.
Lo & behold when squealing little puppies see fit to crawl all over them. She laughs, pets their heads, and he lets one sleep on his chest. Mjal used to do the same thing when she was young and had all four legs. It is a comfort thing, he presumes.
They spend the night talking rather than sleeping regardless of the rest they need— only when the moon is full in the sky do they slip into slumber. They speak of the dalish, of her family and how she misses them sometimes, when things get lonely. He talks about Threnn and Kalla and how much he misses them. Not a day goes by where he does not think of them.
He asks her why she wanted to stay in a tent in comparison to her warm bed, in comparison to a strange tent with thick furs and whimpering dogs.
At first she tells him it is because of said dogs.
He closes his eyes. She does the same.
They drift away into the fade as she finally murmurs that this is the closest to home she will ever be for a very long time — at least in Skyhold.
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