‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ‘ Ari and Krie
The moment the tent flap opened Ari’s eyes narrowed and he took a glance over his shoulder. Krie, the poor sap, had stumbled out of bed finally, blinking at the firelight in the middle of camp. Try as he might, Ari could not be angry that Krie had thrown himself in front of the Red Templar. There was only an intense, deep fear that he would lose him. With a heavy sigh he rose from his place on the rocky ground, adjusting his gloves nervously. Krie only watched as the smaller elf approached, face still swollen in places from the beating he had taken.
“Vhenan, you are in no shape to be walking around”, Ari murmured, reaching up to press his hands to Krie’s cheeks.
“I was cold”, the man simply mumbled and leaned into the touch making Ari’s heart thrill. A gentle smile came to his lips as he brushed a thumb across a pale cheekbone.
“Do you want me to come to bed and help you warm up?”
The gentlest of hums escaped Krie and for once he allowed Ari to lead him back to bed. What the hunter wouldn’t do for this would be prince of Ferelden. Thedas would burn if it had to.










