"Andraste's quim will scorch to the flames before I allow you to speak like that."

Briar bit back, her voice harsh and the grip she held around Alistair's shoulders tightening to a vice-like hold as she gathered him to allow for the bulk of his weight to fall on his lap. They had come this far, and damned if should would allow the lucky blow of a barbarian's trap to take from this hard won love that preserved and grounded whatever humanity she cleaved to.

"Come," She took his good arm and guided it over her shoulders, "I'll carry you on horseback or on my feet to the nearest village if it'll cure you of these dramatics."