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[blightfighter]

here. we. go.

[jennetwren]

Jennet Cousland has missed civilization. For all she might be a Grey Warden, she was a lady first; while she's not pleased by the dress she was shoved into when they came to Denerim to prepare for the Landsmeet, she's taken full advantage of the baths and the steady supply of food.

"Alistair!" she calls, sidling into the bedchamber they've commandeered (and for the first time, it's a good thing her father's dead, because he'd kill her for being so indiscreet) with a tray clasped between her hands. It's overflowing with bread, cheese, ale, and best of all, fruit. Two apples roll around next to a plate along with a small, mostly-ripe orange that must have been imported from Antiva. Even if it tastes wretched, Jennet will just sit there an smell it. "Alistair, look what I've got!"

All of her is ecstatic at that moment, enough so that when she kicks the door shut with one foot, the resulting bang sounds cheerful to her, and so does the muffled, sleepy complaint shouted from the next room. "Come on, get up, it's breakfast."

[blightfighter]

Alistair, on the other hand, is less cheerful and exuberant about the food. He burrows deeper into his pillow and hugs it closer. Such soft comfort shouldn't be left unappreciated and he won't waste a minute of his day not hugging that pillow or tickling his own skin with the soft blankets and sheets. These are comforts that the Grey Wardens should have all the time, when they're not fighting off nightmares, both in their heads and in the waking world.

Jennet is closer now and he can smell the fresh fruit and fresh cheese, that alone makes him shift enough to peak an eye out. He breathes in cold air and lifts his head, finally. Food takes precedence over comfort at the moment, though he still doesn't let go of the pillow.

"Is that--" He starts, pushing himself up and crawling over to her and the plate. His mouth waters and his greedy hands lands on the cheese and bread. "Real food! Oh, Maker bless you for this food and this wonderful woman who delivered the food."

His brief prayer over, he sits up and helps set up a picnic in the middle of the bed. "I swear Oghren eats all the good food in the middle of the night and everything I ate tasted like Mabari treats." He looked up at her and opened and shut his mouth a few times before asking in his customary Alistair whine, "Please tell me I wasn't eating Mabari treats."