Alistair & Morrigan : Salt for a Wound

Morrigan watches Alistair as he tosses a piece of gold into the campfire.  She rolls her eyes heavily, nearly hurting herself, and approaches the weepy warden with arms crossed over her chest.  Alistair sees her and shakes his head sadly, wiping away his tears.

Sad Alistair is Sad

Alistair: Go away, Morrigan.

Morrigan: I think I won't.

Alistair: Begone, witch.  Have at thee, shade.  A thousand... daggers.  What do you want?

Morrigan: This HAS to sting.

Alistair: You want to hear me say I'm hurt?  I am.  Happy?

Morrigan: Believe it or not Alistair, my happiness was not crutched upon the Lady Warden rejecting your proposal.

Alistair: Then what do you want, Morrigan.  I don't want to talk about this.

Morrigan: Believe me, neither do I.  But I feel as if there's something I must do.

Alistair: ...give me a hug?

Morrigan slaps Alistair across his face.

Morrigan content after slapping Alistair

Alistair: Okay, so, not a hug.

Morrigan: Recover from this madness, Alistair.  First, Duncan's passing, then your Sister's deceit, and now this?

Alistair:  Too much humanity for you?

Morrigan: Too much for us all.  If we are to survive the Blight, we are going to require your brain in tact.  Small as it may be.

Alistair: I'm doing the best I can.

Morrigan: No, you aren't.  And stop pretending you are.

Alistair: ...

Morrigan: Better?

Alistair: Yes, but don't do that again.

Morrigan: I would not dare indulge.  I'm returning to my camp now.  I trust I won't be awoken by any more dry sobbing?

Morrigan departs, feeling overjoyed at having just been granted the opportunity to give Alistair a slap.  She only wished she could congratulate the Warden on her ability to focus on the task at hand, but that, she deemed, would be too kind.