The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Tethras Clan]

Seeing her not tense for combat, Zevran hobbles towards her. "...cozy, in a creepy sort of way. I would if it's stocked the alchemical table. Even some raw elfroot would be helpful right now."

[Isabela]

Unfortunately, as Isabela opens the table, she finds only empty glass bottles. At least there's a couple bottles of sacrificial wine in the liquor cabinet. "Seems they're still setting up."

[Tethras Clan]

"Even in this, it falls short of the original," Zevran mutter darkly. Shaking his head, he eyes Isabela carefully. "You appear unhurt- are you?" he asks bluntly.

[Isabela]

She gives a small laugh. "You know Isabela. I persist."

[Tethras Clan]

"Even when bleeding and broken," Zevran murmurs. "Are you unhurt?" he repeats gently.

[Isabela]

"I am alright. A few scrapes."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran lets out a sigh. "Good," he says in sharp relief. "Stay that way," he orders her a bit firmly.

[Isabela]

She rolls her eyes. "Aye aye, cap," she jokes.

[Tethras Clan]

"I'm serious ma'bela. You stay alive. Everything else can wait for that," he says fiercely.

[Isabela]

Then why are we still in Nyra? She wonders silently. All she says aloud is, "Stay here while I clear the other rooms, then we move up."

[Tethras Clan]

"A small nap sounds lovely," Zevran jokes after a few seconds of studying her.

[Isabela]

"Good, because you look far less fanciable when you're exhausted." She smiles.

[Tethras Clan]

"Dreadful slander! Lies!" Zevran says in mock outrage.

[Isabela]

She grins. "This kind of exhausted anyway. Morning-after Zevran is my favorite Zevran."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran flashes a smile, then makes a shooing gesture at her. "Soonest gone, soonest back," he say softly.