Two kittens had an argument. It was a cat-astrophe.

Well, I hoped less. They’d have less an invested interest in a cure for the blight, it wouldn’t impact them like it’ll impact the Grey Wardens. Some aren’t happy about the idea of something that would help them, especially coming from someone outside of the Grey Wardens. Rosalie being Cullen’s sister gave her a bit more respect amongst some of the Ferelden Grey Wardens, but not the other kingdoms.

The way Ruth talked about being fucked made Nathaniel think about himself, being a Howe in Ferelden after the events of the Fifth Blight had turned him into a pariah, even if he’d been in the Free Marches when his father Rendon had done those terrible things, no one seemed to care, especially the Ferelden Grey Wardens. Not that he thought his situation compared exactly to the plight of the elves or mages, it just reminded him that he was only a Grey Warden because of what his father had done.

I get that I probably need someone to keep an eye on me. I've been stubborn and maybe a bit reckless. I didn't expect the side effects to hit me so quickly, or so hard. Nathaniel admitted, rubbing his temples as he tried to shake off the lingering grogginess. And I understand that I might have to live with this for a while... or forever. It's a risk I was willing to take. Anything if it meant no longer being a Grey Warden.