Alistair.

*voice cracking with desperation* Don't you dare leave me! *magic pulses erratically, tears falling freely*

i learned from the best

"Touché. But you know, you could at least try to be a little nicer. You're going to scare away all the nice girls with your attitude."

*He scoffs, eyes narrowing.* Good. Let ‘em run. I’d rather take tea with crones than suffer chirping little doves. *A pause, smirking as he sits on a log.* At least crones bite back.

*Alistair's heart breaks a little. He knows he can't make him talk to him, but he can't just walk away. He takes a deep breath and speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Please, I just want to know that you're okay."

peachy. *he replies.*

*Alistair's eyes widen. He's not sure if he should believe him or not. He wants to believe him, but he knows Dorian's not always honest with him.* "Are you sure? You can tell me the truth."

(He sees the healer begin to prepare a poultice for your wounds and looks at you with relief.) The healer will take care of you, you just need to stay still and relax. (He gently holds your hand.)