“Definitelty the pillow fights. Now those were the days..” Yes, sibling was definitely a bond Alistair would akin her to. Family, if not anything else. Aside from Kieran, Elissa and the other Wardens were all Alistair had. Which is why he took to his duties more seriously and really didn’t feel like he was himself when he wasn’t around them.
He didn’t know that she still heard the Calling. If he had, he may have been more apt to talk to these mystic dragons to get help for her. His “false” calling had disappeared after Corypheus released his hold on the Wardens. So if she still felt it, that was a problem indeed. One in which he would have to fix.
Alistair considered what may have been obvious before, hidden in his forever careful thoughts towards Morrigan’s “ideas”. Yes, he was the tank of their team along with Shale, Sten, or...did the drunken dwarf really count. That did make sense. “Yes, but you’re the one whose actually killed one before. I don’t know, it’s just how she says it. Like she speaks about looking for information inclusively. Like “we” and “us”.” He wasn’t going to mention her new habit of physical contact, that of which he was certain to make him squirm for her own amusement. “You must admit it would be the perfect way to get rid of me..but as cunning as she is, I think Kieran is too smart to be manipulated even by her...he’s so incredibly smart. It’s astounding.”