“I meant the room service, your Highness,” he replied with a smirk as he stepped into her room to lay out his findings from the kitchen. An assortment of pastries, fruits, and of course, cheese. Alistair didn’t forget Bastien either and squatted down to give him the largest bone of meat he could find without one of the little mushroom fellows chastising him for taking all the good stuff. It wasn’t all for him at all!
Different times aside, Alistair still felt comfortable in Elissa’s presence. They had endured much together and shared troubles no one else would understand. She could be direct, but it’s what made her a good leader, one Alistair was content to follow. Everyone else in Thedas may have moved into “but what have you done for us lately”, but uniting treaties and being the last of few left to fight an Archdemon was no small thing, and certainly shaped them both. He knew she had his back, and he would always have hers. Not something you came by frequently from their home.
“Why does it have to be trouble! Can’t I just stop by to say hi to my dearest friend? Say I missed her even if we are different..versions of other decisions?” Maker that was a mouthful. Not even he was buying that. With a small defeated sigh, the older Warden picked at some of the grapes with a mild shrug. “Morrigan is being weird: not that it’s a surprise, but. She’s doing that thing where she has an intended purpose but not quite giving all of the information. She wants to go speak with the dragons in the mountains to see what ‘knowledge they have to offer’”—his Morrigan impression wasn’t very good anymore, given he couldn’t lace it with malice. She wasn’t exactly being cruel to him anymore. Which also was weird, but welcome, given they did share a son. One Alistair wanted to see. “And she wants me to go with her. Not you. So that little voice in the back of my head that likes to run about screaming ‘danger’? He’s awake.”