He has spent the better part of a month in this world, thinking of her. And now that she's finally here--here, in this world--Alistair discovers that he has mixed feelings on the subject.
Relief that he's not alone anymore, and guilt at feeling relief. She should be back in their world, killing Darkspawn, not easing a former templar's loneliness.
There's so much that needs to be said, and so many things he wished he had said when he had the opportunity. But now, hands stuffed away in starchy pockets, he finds himself without the words to say any of it.
He emerges from a forest of green, and into a field of long-bladed grass.
And then he sees her. She's taller than he thinks he remembers her, but it's a thought that crosses his mind for only a fraction of a second.
Don't run up to her, he tells himself. Whatever you do, don't run up to her. Just walk up to her, normally.
But as he moves towards her, he finds his legs moving faster, as if by impulse.
And even though the better half of his mind tells him not to, he doesn't stop until he draws to a halt in front of her.
For a moment, he stands there, awkwardly. His mouth opens, then closes. "I," he sputters finally, his mind still searching for the words. "It's good to see you. Again."