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@box-of-characters said: "'ey, I know its warm, bu' don't fall 'sleep nex' t' the campfire." A firm, yet delicate tap was placed on the elezen's head with some sort of hard object; not enough to hurt, but just enough to jolt him back into the waking world at the very least. The object in question had been what appeared to be a bottle of wine, which was then lowered in front of Zev's face to show it off before being set on the ground. Wisteria wasn't usually the type to drink, but after relocating more refugees to Broken Glass, she felt a little relaxation was in order. "Found some 'a these on the way back from Tertium. Gonna han' out the res' 'fore gettin' us some cups 'n stew, so make sure y' stay awake, got it?"

Roused from his slumber, the elezen stirs with a sleepy, muffled grunt. He had curled up against the boxes surrounding the campfire and the warmth against the cold had lulled him to sleep. It was quite comfortable! Nothing compared to a bed, of course, but one had to make do with what was available. Rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, Zevran sits upright, eyes squinting against the bright white of the landscape before him. He doesn't quite recognize the item Wisteria had set down, mostly because he wasn't fully awake yet.

"Hnh..?" He's a little upset, being woken up like that, and he scowls at the woman. "Why?" He grumbles. "I'm well enough away from it." He, nor anything else, would catch fire. He made sure of it! What was wrong with enjoying a little cozy nap away from the hustle and bustle of the refugees and operations in the camp? He reaches for the bottle and reads its label. This was some fancy stuff..! The elezen stretches, sighing in relief as his back pops in a few places.

"You're handing out wine?"

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@box-of-characters said: "If somethin’s wrong, y' can count on me." THROWS WISTERIA AT ZEV

Perhaps he had misunderstood how powerful some simple words could be for when he hears his gruff companion utter those simple words, he takes pause to consider them. Now, he knows that Wisteria wasn't one for companionship. He knows this because he had to be rather annoying to the poor woman in order to be where he is now in her social circles. He also knows that, beneath her gruff and tough attitude, there was a heart of gold... a heart he rarely got to see in moments such as this.

"The same is extended to you, my friend." And there is his vulnerability. Though he may act as if he had not a care in the world, the truth was he had too many. He cared for people, cared a little too much some might say. He cared for Wisteria. They had common reasons to hate the empire and they shared the common interest of wanting out of it... Unfortunately, that was easier said than done, but at least they had each other. "Should you ever find yourself in trouble, don't hesitate to call. I will be there as quick as I possibly can."

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