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[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair surprises himself: he adapts to the Basin a lot quicker than he expected.

The camps feel -- snug, he decides. In a good way. Trees overhead, a limited number of egress points, a vantage point so high it puts every night by the ladder to shame: they're not the stone walls of Skyhold, but maybe they're the next best thing. After an initial restless night or two, he sleeps soundly.

(Knowing he's surrounded by lots of people with sharp, pointy weapons? Also helpful.)

Joining the patrol rotations seems like a decent next step. No point in being in the field, especially after all that training with Bull, if he's just going to twiddle his thumbs all day.

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[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen takes this in -- and takes two steps forward. "You're not interrupting." Gentle. "Are you finished for the day?"

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair nods, focused just a tad too intently on his armor, unable to look up.

He's breathing, but -- he's putting a little too much focus in that, too, and the rhythm's just quick enough to register as unnatural.

[howtoactfereldan]

He hasn't been writing with his armor on: it's hard to write in gloves and vambraces.

"Alistair."

Soft. He doesn't reach out to touch him. Not yet.

"What happened?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"Can you -- "

One vambrace thumps unceremoniously to the floor of the tent. Then the other. Alistair strips off his gloves.

He takes a moment to make sure his voice won't do anything embarrassing before he says, even quieter, "If you could just -- come here a moment?" and reaches for Cullen.

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen folds Alistair into his arms without delay.

"Right here," he murmurs.

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair wraps his arms around him in kind, a bit too tightly. He should have taken off his breast plate, he thinks; it's not as easy to breathe when he's got that on.

"I'm all right." Muffled: he's pressed his face to Cullen's neck. "I swear it, I just -- need a moment. I'm fine."

[howtoactfereldan]

"All right."

If he was watchful before, now Cullen is worried. If this is too much for Alistair --

Well. He was already wondering how Alistair would treat the prospect of being separated for a few nights.

"Take your time."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair nods, a little. Shuts his eyes.

He's fine. He knows where he is. (The Veil isn't about to tear; not here.) He didn't endanger anyone or make a fool of himself. If they don't find anything on the spot he marked, that's good. That means everyone will stay safe. And if they do find something --

There's a reason Alistair's been assigned to the beginner patrols, frustrating as it sometimes may be.

Gradually, his hold on Cullen eases; his breathing settles. With a sigh, Alistair pulls back.

(Not too far.)

[howtoactfereldan]

"There, now," he murmurs. "Better?"

[bringspeopletogether]

"Yes."

He quirks a smile.

With forced, ironic cheer: "So, how's your day been?"

[howtoactfereldan]

"Better, now you've returned." No irony here -- just warmth. "Let's get the rest of that off you?"

[bringspeopletogether]

His smile evens out, finding its own warmth in the light of Cullen's. "Solid plan. I like it."

He gets to work on the breast plate's straps.

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen moves to assist -- not in the manner that Alistair did yesterday. More... hovering.

(Fussing.)

"I'm all right with plans," he says modestly. "At least that's what they say."

[bringspeopletogether]

A quiet chuckle. "I heard you were so good at plans they even gave you a fancy title."

Breast plate: done. Pauldrons soon follow, then greaves -- and for good measure, Alistair's boots. Not like he has any intention of leaving the tent for several hours, minimum.

[howtoactfereldan]

"Not quite so fancy," Cullen says. He goes to straighten the paper on his desk, leaving one piece in the center. "Nothing like a Double Commander."

[bringspeopletogether]

"That is a difficult title to come by." Solemn.

He trails after Cullen, casting an idle glance to the paper before taking a seat next to his desk.

[howtoactfereldan]

It's a letter, in Cullen's hand. It might take a closer look to read the salutation: Dear Mia.

He stretches, pulling one arm across his chest. "Yes. I've only known one man to have it. Very rare."

[bringspeopletogether]

...Huh. That's -- promising.

Alistair doesn't make mention of it, though; he just draws up his knees, folding his arms loosely atop them. Still solemn, "Whoever earned it must be a very lucky man, then."

[howtoactfereldan]

"He does all right." Cullen gives him a crooked smile. "Has a tendency to steal the covers at night. But that's his only flaw."

[bringspeopletogether]

Another tiny laugh. Alistair hooks his chin over his arms. "I'm sure he feels very badly about that and will endeavor to steal them less in the future."

[howtoactfereldan]

"That would be nice," Cullen agrees, taking a seat beside him. "I'm not quite sure he feels very badly about it. Maybe a little."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair leans against him the moment Cullen's settled.

"There's only one solution," he says. "Pile so many blankets on the bed that it's impossible for one man to steal them all."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen leans back against one of the crates that form the legs of the desk, and gently urges Alistair to settle half in his lap, instead.

"That would get too warm," he says, wrinkling his nose. "Make walking the battlements all night look like an attractive option."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Mm. True."

As Alistair's rejoinders go, it's terribly weak, but his nerves still feel too frayed to come up with anything better.

He moves where Cullen directs him, willingly, and settles with a quiet sigh.

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen leans his head against Alistair's, fitting his arms around him.

(It's the second day of field work. Just the second day. He needs to give it more time before he starts trying to come up with alternate plans. He needs to find out what happened before he starts trying to come up with alternate plans.)