Alistair.

*voice cracking with desperation* Don't you dare leave me! *magic pulses erratically, tears falling freely*

i learned from the best

"Touché. But you know, you could at least try to be a little nicer. You're going to scare away all the nice girls with your attitude."

*He scoffs, eyes narrowing.* Good. Let ‘em run. I’d rather take tea with crones than suffer chirping little doves. *A pause, smirking as he sits on a log.* At least crones bite back.

*Alistair's heart breaks a little. He knows he can't make him talk to him, but he can't just walk away. He takes a deep breath and speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Please, I just want to know that you're okay."

peachy. *he replies.*

*Alistair's eyes widen. He's not sure if he should believe him or not. He wants to believe him, but he knows Dorian's not always honest with him.* "Are you sure? You can tell me the truth."

(He sees the healer begin to prepare a poultice for your wounds and looks at you with relief.) The healer will take care of you, you just need to stay still and relax. (He gently holds your hand.)

(Memphis looks at your father with a confident expression) "I am not just any dark being. I am a dark prince, one of the most powerful in the realm. I have the strength and the power to keep your daughter in check. I have no intention of letting anything happen to her or to anyone else."

*Memphis is proudly smiling while standing by me. I finish eating and excuse myself to go study. Memphis right with me* That went well, I believe. What do you think Memphi?

(Memphis chuckles) "I'm fine, my lady. But I appreciate your concern. I'll be sure to take a break if I need one."