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The Qunari did not even flinch as I dripped the healing fluid into his torn flesh. Just a glance at his nasty wounds made me want to reconsider sparing the Crow assassin now eating my food and telling dirty jokes around my campfire. Zevran wasn't so bad, really. If he'd keep his eyes north of my breastplate, we'd likely get along fine. The real reason I was angry, I suspect, was that I lead my men into an another ambush. And Sten paid the price with his own blood.

"Thank you, Kadan," he murmured to me, as I smoothed the last of the bandages to his bare chest. His eyes smolder. They're the strangest shade of purple, so intense and yet completely impenetrable. Knowing his gaze was fixed on my face, I kept fiddling with the guaze. Sten is almost as chisled and rock-hard as Shale.

I didn't want him to thank me. Instead, I wanted him to berate me, remind me of my own shortcomings and demand better of me. "What does it mean?" I changed the subject, finally meeting his eyes again. A shudder passed through me when I did.

Sten didn't reply at once. He shifted his weight onto one hand planted in the grass. With the other, he took hold of one of mine and pressed it to his chest, right over his heart. "It means, 'that which is closest to my heart'."

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The Qunari did not even flinch as I dripped the healing fluid into his torn flesh. Just a glance at his nasty wounds made me want to reconsider sparing the Crow assassin now eating my food and telling dirty jokes around my campfire. Zevran wasn't so bad, really. If he'd keep his eyes north of my breastplate, we'd likely get along fine. The real reason I was angry, I suspect, was that I lead my men into an another ambush. And Sten paid the price with his own blood.

"Thank you, Kadan," he murmured to me, as I smoothed the last of the bandages to his bare chest. His eyes smolder. They're the strangest shade of purple, so intense and yet completely impenetrable. Knowing his gaze was fixed on my face, I kept fiddling with the guaze. Sten is almost as chisled and rock-hard as Shale.

I didn't want him to thank me. Instead, I wanted him to berate me, remind me of my own shortcomings and demand better of me. "What does it mean?" I changed the subject, finally meeting his eyes again. A shudder passed through me when I did.

Sten didn't reply at once. He shifted his weight onto one hand planted in the grass. With the other, he took hold of one of mine and pressed it to his chest, right over his heart. "It means, 'that which is closest to my heart'."