Alistair/Reeve Dragon Age Continued

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Continued from here, top level here

"I can start a fire if you need it. And if there is a tub, I should be able to whip up a bath as well."

A simple matter with the formulas he's been working on. Pull moisture from this damp place and the air, add some heat with a bit of fire magic, simple. Of course he couldn't exactly join Alistair in heading downstairs, not yet.

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"Right now, a lot of things do," Alistair agreed, exhaling a sigh. "I...

"I don't know what to tell you." It was the truth. Or at least as close to the truth as even he, himself, could figure out. "I want to be able to say you'll be hailed and praised and celebrated, but we both know that mages tend to be looked at sideways as if someone let out a massive fart, no matter how ridiculous that is. I've... I've seen even perfectly sane blood mages, honestly." His mind went to Kirkwall. Yes, there were plenty there who were gone past blood magic and straight into Abomination, but there were also the ones who only used their own blood and were careful to keep their sanity close. "But I've also seen the opposite. It's not an excuse to doubt everyone, but it's... It's why I wish I could tell you people wouldn't be so..."

So.

So what? Prejudiced? Bigoted?

"So... ass-ish."

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Reeve chuckles and shakes his head. It's so beautiful to hear that word in Alistair's accent. It sounds... strangely formal.

"That will never happen," Reeve smiles, but he offers it softly to Alistair, like a gift. "Thank you. I'm grateful to you. For giving me this chance. I will work diligently and leave you alone otherwise."