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Searching for firewood took precedence until Sereda heard Alistair’s voice in the distance. Despite the assigned task, she wandered away and spotted him near a tree, talking to himself.
“This will sound cheesy, but you’re the gratest” he said before wincing. “No that won’t work. What about… we’re not socks, but we’d make a great pair.”
Sereda stifled a laugh.
Alistair continued on. “What did Zevran say sounded more sauve? It was something like… ‘I’m a thief and I’m here to steal your heart’ right? Maker, I hope so.”
She knew then that falling in love with Alistair was inevitable.