"While I was throwing things, I thought I saw an inn." But saying as much reminded him of Zev's face, and he reached out again to turn it just so, to look at him more closely. "...You're going to have a shiner. And I'm probably going to be apologising for a month."

But he finally started gathering up Zevran's things from where they'd fallen, filling his arms with them with a sort of curiosity. What was all this? "I did get a letter or two from you, but I don't think you ever knew where to write, and I wasn't exactly a stationary target. I was all over the Free Marches, and then I was on the run from the Wardens..."