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Everything was darkness.

The feeling of the cold stone against her skin was the last thing she could remember before the darkness. So much noise, so much destruction, so much pain...

A refreshing feeling ran through her body, different from any kind of healing spell she have ever known. She could hear steps, metal against the stone floor. Was the fight over? She couldn't say for sure, her limbs were heavy, she felt terribly weak and tired. But maybe a little nap could make her feel better... just a little nap.

Neria didn't know how much time had passed when she started regaining her consciousness, slowly drifting out of her dreamless sleep. There was people talking and then there was silence again. Only a familiar warmth grounding her mind to the real world.

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Alistair hummed. "Seeeee? My wife is terrifying. No one should cross her. Ever."

He wrinkled his nose and pulled back to eye her, suddenly realizing that if he was admitting the point, it was difficult to stand in her way. Not that he'd intended to stand in her way at all, really.

"All right, fiine, go and heal the woman." He kissed her chin. "Sure you don't want backup?"

"If she is as bad as I think, I won't need."

Neria kissed his cheek before pulling way to look for her clothes around the bed, giving Alistair some good sights of her back in the process. She stood on the other side of the bed, back turned for Alistair, to dress her smalls and trousers back, before putting her breastband in place.

"Think on the bright side, Alistair. At least I'm not going to heal Loghain. This would be really hard."

Alistair rolled over on his side and propped himself up on an elbow, putting his chin on his fist. He openly admired her as she dressed, a small smile on his lips...

...and then threw a pillow at her at the mention of Loghain.

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better, love. At all."

She yelped at the pillow, throwing it back.

"I'll be fine, I promise."

Alistair caught it and dropped it back behind him at the headboard.

"All right," he said. He gave her a long look and got up. He was at her side in two short strides, and his big hands gripped at her waist as he bent to kiss her, fiercely, possessively, needily.

"But if you're not back soon I'm coming down there, and I will kill her if she hurts you like this again."

Edited Date: 2015-09-06 05:59 am (UTC)

Neria was surprised by his kiss, tilting her head and parting her lips open for him. She pulled back, nuzzling his forehead and kissing him there after, fond and warm.

"Always my dashing prince."

"Pffbt," he said at the word 'prince.'

He cupped her cheek with a hand. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Neria pulled away to finish dressing her robes. She kissed him one more time before moving to the door.

"Dinner after?"

Alistair bent to retrieve his shirt and looked up with a smile.

"I'll see what I can scrounge up."

With a soft, fond smile in response, Neria left.

((ooc: ok \o\ so she's off to help with Meredith ^^ since that thread is a little dead and things seems to have been solved without any major incidents, we can start another thread to the dinner thing, unless you have plans for Alistair with the new plot opening yesterday c: ))

Edited Date: 2015-09-06 06:38 am (UTC)

(OOC: Ah, nope, no plans there really - the only thing I have planned is a rp King Alistair suggested with you and Daylen sometime. So I'm down for a new thread :))