"I have had worse." He allowed the touch, letting Alistair look his fill. "Yes, yes, but I wish to set my things somewhere there are fewer people. There is a home, unused, not far from here. We shall claim it as our own and then I shall take you to the Inn for food."

He must be ravenous.

"Why in Andraste's name were you on the run from the Wardens?" Zevran dusted himself off, looping one hand about Alistair's wrist to lead him much as he might a child. It was not at all for the sense of comfort that having something, at last, familiar nearby. Not at all.