I'll remember that I'm technically helping Orlesians, and burning hatred will keep me toasty warm.

[ She turns to Alistair--Oh. He seems a bit sleepy. And apparently startled by her creepy glowy purple eyes. Go figure. ]

Maybe I am a deepstalker. Grr, or whatever noise they make.

[ When that, she closes her eyes and flops down next to Alistair, leaning in against him in what might seem like a gesture of affection, but is actually a ploy to leech his body heat like a pointy-eared parasite. She does open an eye to look at Zevran. ]

...I'd pay to see that, honestly.