“A bath? What’s that..” He knew he was the only one who’d find that little bit funny but he didn’t care. He’d gotten too used to being with the other Wardens who knew all too well that “bed” and “bath” for weeks on end meant the ground, a lake, or the rain. Skyhold was probably the last luxury he’d seen in some while.
But a real bed? That was about as rare as a bath. Maybe there would even be soap.
Now that they weren’t out in the open and Alistair didn’t have to look out for walking turtles or mushrooms who might come for his curious little son. He felt the slightest less tense. Slightest. He bent over to pet the Mabari, who was still ever bit all he’d remembered. Sometimes he was envious of the constant, unconditional companionship. “He’s a good boy, he’ll make sure there’s nothing in the larder, won’t you boy?” Seeing Kieran mess with the odd device Alistair stood to pull his from his back where his shield rested. Along with the odd coins they’d been given. “What do you suppose these are? I wonder what’s inside.”