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Hey, don't give up hope, Alistair. I was gone for a while too and then appeared back here. Just older. And tired.

[Not promising that will happen with Zevran, but, well... There's always that chance.]

He already wasn't the Zevran from my world. Which means even if Zevran does show back up, he probably won't be the same one.

I'll be all right. I'd just. Gotten used to him being around is all.

I know it isn't that simple, Zevran, but...

Even if he wasn't your Zevran, he was your friend. I was fond of him too, even though we didn't interact much. I'm really sorry about this. Is there anything I can do to help?

No - no, I'm all right, really. Not happy about it, of course, but it's selfish of me to be upset that he went back to...

[To a world that was better than his? Absolutely.]

Anyway. He's fine. And now he doesn't have to worry about those...

That terrifying... whatever it was that Pepper and I saw. He just has the normal things to worry about. Like werewolves. And dragons.

Fuck that. It's not selfish. Guy was your friend, right? And home doesn't promise good things.

[And in a smaller, momentarily pained voice] You can trust me on that one.

Dude, dragons are NEVER cool to worry about. Nearly been eaten by them a few times.

He showed me his version. Compared to what I went through, his was... amazing. But that's--

One time you said you wanted to talk about worlds. Want to see my dragon scars sometime? One chewed on me.

[Subject change a-go-go. It was better than talking about losing the first friend he ever had.]

[Yeah, Nida will let you subject change. Trust him, he gets it.]

Yeah, same here. But from what Bull told me, they're bigger on your world, so my scars won't be as impressive.

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High dragons, yeah. Drakes are smaller, and then there are the dragonlings, varghests, lurkers, phoenixes... The high dragon I ran up against left me with one row of scars from one side of the thing's mouth across my chest, the other one across my thighs.

Chest to thighs? Wow. Mine isn't as wide as that. Sounds bad. Still, nice to know there are other people who understand dragons.

They're pretty rare. Less now than they used to be - we thought for a long time the Nevarrans had hunted them into extinction, but since then we've seen... I think... almost twenty? High dragons? Which... isn't great news, really...

Dragons breed well. But they're way more common on my world.

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Yeah, the varghests and lurkers and phoenixes and all are more common in Thedas, but if you find a dragonling, the best idea might be to run away from that area, because their mother can't be too far.

Wait, Phoenix as in plural? You have more than one of them?

[What the actual fuck? There is shock and awe in Nida's voice. How could there not be when Phoenix is one of the greatest of the GFs, a beneficent spirit on their world that can bring you back from the edge just with a feather left behind from it. He'd seen it once, and it was absolutely beautiful.]

Wait, you HUNT Phoenixes?!

Um. Yes? They're horrible things. Smell like gone-off eggs, can poison you if you get too close, just by walking by, and if you eat them--

I saw one person who ate them. After they died. It was horrid.

Wait, what? That doesn't... That doesn't sound like a Phoenix. It's a beautiful massive bird. Bird and element of fire and healing. There is only one and it is...

It is beauty and freedom. And it smells like fire and dew. It's magic itself.

[Oh dear. This was not good. And now there are noises of someone stumbling about a kitchen, and it definitely sounds a bit clumsy.]

Which house are you in? I'm making you some dinner. Do you have a pot in your kitchen? Never mind, I'll bring one. I still have a box I can put ingredients in to carry over from the storehouse.

[He mumbles almost under his breath, but the device does catch it as he starts piling necessities together.]

I hope I remember the recipe. Mother was always so vague about proportions. Do we even have leeks?

Um.

...Reeve? I promise I'm eating. I'm in forty-three-- Look, Reeve, honestly, you're--

[A pause. A heavy sigh.]

You don't have to. I'm okay, honestly.

[It probably says something about Alistair that 'I'm okay' is a lie that comes out smoothly.]

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Alistair, [Reeve's voice is tight and firm] I do not believe you. I'm going to be over. Forty-three you said? I'll be there after I pick up some ingredients.

My mother always made this thing that she called Home Broth whenever I was sad or hurt. You're getting a full pot of it. Worst comes to worst, it will feed you a few days, and you can share it with Leonardo when he comes over.

[Because he will be going over. Leonardo will get harassed by Reeve to go over if nothing else.]

[He was quiet for a good bit. But then...]

At least let me help you get over here. No offense but you don't exactly sound... steady on your feet, so I'm betting you saw something wild when you were zapped off, too.

I got attacked by a Wendigo on the most recent trip, so yes, something wild. My leg is healing well, but yes, please stop by. My house is on the path beyond the blacksmith, so what say we meet at the corner there?

Oh and if you're home, check for a pot in the kitchen. I need to figure if I need to bring this one. And I'll bring boxes, so we can move the produce. And we'll stop by the butcher to see if there is any meat we can use.

[He cares about people, Alistair. You won't get him off this tear.]

Wendigo... Is that the... weird--

We'll talk about it when I see you. I know we-- I. I have a pot. Zev cooked. Anyway, I'll be there in a few minutes. If it was...

What I'm trying to say is... I'm working on a cart. We're just a little too early for it to be done. Yes, though. I'll... I'll be there soon.

Big shadowy thing, very angry noises? If that's what you're thinking, then yes.

I know you were working on a cart my friend. It's alright.

[Things will be slowed down. And Reeve respects that. He's more concerned for his friend.]

It may take me a bit longer to get there.

...I have a good pole that could be a walking stick.

Would that help?

[It's a quiet offer, but an offer anyway.]

Thank you very kindly my friend. I have a crutch.

If nothing else, I think we could both do with the company.

You're... probably right.

[And that was probably as much of a concession as Reeve was going to get.]

I'm heading out now. See you in a bit.

[It's all of a concession he needs.]

I will see you soon my friend. I'm sure you're going to love this meal so much you'll ask me to cook again.

I... actually really do believe that. I mean. My own cooking is horrible, never ask me to cook you anything... [And in the background were quiet sounds of doors closing and footsteps in what snow was left.]

I'll see if we can't teach you something simple to impress Leonardo with. Or at least to help him. If he's anything like me, and I know he is, he's going to be the sort that sometimes forgets to eat.

[Very serious.]

I am very sorry to hear that, mio caro.

I'll be okay. I...

[He fell quiet. He knew he wasn't lying. He knew he'd be okay. He just also knew that, for all his claims otherwise, at the moment, he wasn't. But he couldn't let that show. So what he said was:]

I'll be all right.

You may be all right with time, but you do not need to be now. [Gently.]

I have to be. I have to be or else I'll fall apart. And I can't do that now. Not here. Not now. Not when everything was... was starting to be okay...

Is it so wrong to fall apart? I am here to catch you, and so are others who have found their way to your side.

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