Alistair woke up with his fellow warden’s name on his lips. It had been three years, and both of you still dreamed of darkspawn. He reached for your side of the bed only to find that it was cold, as if you had never been there. He rubbed his eyes groggily and swung his muscular legs over the side of the bed.
Step One: Pants.
He accomplished step one easily. He stumbled over a pair of his pants almost as soon as he was out of bed. This way, you wouldn’t be able to yell at him for leaving his clothes on the floor. Two birds with one stone.
Step Two: [Name].
Not for the first time, Alistair wished that the taint was as useful in locating other Wardens as it was in locating Darkspawn. He got a feeling for your general direction, but he could only really sense your Taint when he was up close... He shook those thoughts from his head. He needed to find you, not fantasize about you. His stomach growled and he placed a hand over it as if to