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The night sky was clear, shining with stars; only a light breeze flowed through the trees. Adrian admired that night's beauty while he watched out of the tent, trying not to wake up the red-haired woman beside him; she had to be deeply asleep, because she shifted on her right side without making a sound, showing him a peaceful smile on her lips and closing her eyes. He hesitated a second, then softly kissed her cheek before sneaking away.
Of course, she must have heard him leaving: even though her sleep was deep, they all had become used to unpleasant nightly attacks, and they all had trained themselves to wake up to every single doubtful sound. That was why he had made up those stories about his... nightly walks: without that, both women would have awakened in alarm upon sensing him leaving.
He threw a glance at Zevran, who was sitting near the campfire, then melted into the shadows and crossed the whole camp, briefly looking back only once: as he came closer to the camp's more isolated tent, he noticed a light inside it. An amused smile took form on the Dalish's lips. He got inside the tent without having the black-haired witch see him; he kept staying in the shadows until he touched her lips with his own. Looking into her eyes, at first, he first caught a glimpse of alarm... which at once melted into hunger and passion; as he deepened the kiss, she put down her grimoire somewhere near before making him lay on her shivering body.
The magical light died down.