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It takes her a minute to really take him in. She's had decent luck with figuring out friend from foe over her lifetime, so she is more willing to trust her instincts with him. He doesn't seem to want to hurt her, doesn't look like darkspawn or corrupted anything. Thank the Maker he isn't a certain darkspawn Tevinter Magister or they would be having a lot of trouble right about now.

She shakes herself a little bit as she examines what she can see in the dim light.

"Wait, you got rid of my nightmare?" she asks, her voice somewhere between curiosity and wariness. Mostly the former. "Thanks. Those tend to get ugly. Do you live around here?"

Once the lady seemed more relaxed around Arthur, he gave a soft sigh of relief. There were many times where he almost got caught and people mistaken him for something awful. He was quite thankful that she could see he was a gentle giant. Once she finished asking her question, he gently lifted his hands up to bring down his hoodie so she could see him better. His hair dark hair floofed out from the cloth, the pale moon light shining over his soft complexion as he gave a small smile and nodded, he was quite happy to help her with those nasty nightmares.

Then when she asked if he lived nearby, he shook his head, "For me, it's not too long a distance, for you it might be though. You see where I live is up in the clouds, I come down here by beanstalk. But, I am able to see villages and towns from up there. Which is where I saw the dark cloud of nightmares invading your mind from up above. So I, I-I wanted to see if I could help you so I…"

He shyly looked down, as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I came down here. I-It's a habit I can't help, when I see someone being troubled by the darkness, I try to chase it away. I'm never fond of it, and I hate seeing others suffer from the thing."

Alaina might live in a terrible place full of demons trying to break in and darkspawn magisters and red templars, but she has also opened her eyes to things like spirits. And spirits being helpful. So a giant being helpful? Sure, why not?

"Well, you did a lot to help," Alaina tells him honestly. "Next time you might want to avoid getting caught staring in her window." A joke. Honest.

"I'm a helper myself." She pauses, considering. A moment later, she makes her way to the window and climbs out. Sometimes it's a good thing they usually sleep in something other than armor or their smallclothes. "My name's Alaina." She'll just... leave off the various titles. They aren't necessary. "What's yours?"

Arthur blushed with embarrassment at that, looking further down as he bit his bottom lip. Yeah, unfortunately that does look rather suspicious than it actually is, doesn’t it? Sadly he couldn’t think of another way to get close enough to getting rid of her nightmares without waking her up though, other than through the window. He chuckled softly knowing she was only teasing, “Y-Yea... Probably should have thought twice, but I do try my best to be careful when I can.”

Looking back up, noticing that she was now climbing out the window to greet him. He gave a welcoming smile, as he sat down more comfortably in front of her. He held out his finger to shake with her hand, “My name is Arthur, Arthur Lee. It’s a pleasure to meet you Alaina.”

Once he finished greeting himself he nodded, “So you’re a helper? What is it that you do to help others, may I ask?”

On the bright side, Alaina has totally seen worse. He's not Corypheus, for one thing. Or a red templar. Or any number of crazy abominations. That and he's been pretty nice so far. Alaina likes to think she has a good sense for that kind of thing, but, well, who really knows?

Taking his finger, she shakes it with both hands for a little extra formality as well as humor. "You've gotta tell me where you train. I'd love to get some more muscle going."

Says the woman who swings around a battleaxe.

"I'm kind of saving the world right now," she admits. "Inquisitor Trevelyan, Herald of Andraste, at your service."

Yes, she fully expects that to mean something to him. Oops?

Arthur blushed a little at the comment, as he took back his finger and rubbed the back of his neck. That was a compliment wasn't it? Oh my, how do you take those again? He chuckled to himself as he nodded, "W-Well, when you do a lot of heavy lifting around a castle and climbing one can build up a lot of muscle."

Eyes widening at that, saving the world? Oh that's a very important job to have. He gave an impressed sound, "You're gonna save the world? Whoa... That's a really tough job to have!"

A lot of muscle. Alaina has muscle, too, but she doesn't show it like a giant would. It's nice that he's a nice giant, doesn't have tusks, and isn't trying to kill her. Points for him.

There's also no red lyrium or red templars around. Bonus points.

"No kidding." Pause. "You mean there's one person in Thedas who doesn't know who I am? Thank the Maker." No, seriously. For once she's just Alaina and not the Herald or the Inquisitor.

Luckily enough, Arthur was born in a family of nice giants. Guess it could be more obvious since they were more human looking. But if he was taught anything it was to never judge a book by it's cover. But when there's a warning, there's a warning. He certainly knew how to spot a red flag when he saw one. But his family performed white magic so that at least would give him away that he's relatively harmless.

Arthur gave a little awkward smile at that, "I-I'm sorry I didn't realize I was addressing to someone famous... Guess that goes with mainly keeping to myself up in the clouds there..." he looked down as he rubbed his arm, a little nervous admittedly as he took a soft breath, "I-I hope I'm not acting too informal then, I-I rarely ever speak with royalties at all, a-atleast I think I don't..."

"I was really liking not having to worry about someone treating me like all I am is my title," Alaina replies, looking slightly disappointed that he's going back to that. "I'm not royalty and I never want to be. Especially in Orlais. You couldn't pay me enough to be Orlesian royalty."

Just playing the Game at court once had been enough. To have to make a life of it? Maker, no. Anything but that.

"I'm just nobility. A noble title. That's all. I don't want to be known just by that. I'm not my family. Just be yourself and I'm sure we'll get along."

Arthur blinked for a moment in confusion as he tilted his head. Was royalty life really so bad? He’s never been himself nor had he ever been invited anywhere where they were present. He was always too young to accompany his parents when they were still alive as well, if they ever had to meet with one. So a lot of it went over his head. Arthur drew himself a little closer toward the ground so she can see his eyes better as he spoke, “Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t realize royal life isn’t so good after all…”

Looking toward the ground, admittedly feeling very naïve about the subject made him feel a little bad for bringing it up. “I-I’ve never been very good at knowing about that sort of thing, never had to,” he gave a weak smile back toward her, “But if it’s all the same I’d rather treat you just as you are as well.”

Some people revel in it, some enjoy playing the Game. Alaina will never understand why Leliana and Josephine like it so much, but she has to admit that they are good at it. She much prefers to let them play it while she runs around making sure no one gets hurt.

Ugh, Floriane.

"Some people like it," Alaina admits. "I'd say you're lucky not to know that life. In Orlais, the nobility play what they call the Great Game. No one says what they mean. Every little word is judged by the court and saying the wrong thing to the wrong person could get you killed later on. I'd rather just have a nice, open, upfront conversation and know who my adversary is. None of this choosing words and picking apart speeches crap. Maker's breath, it's a nightmare."

So please. Alaina would be so much happier to just have a friend, not a servant or whatever else.

"O-Oh…" Arthur frowned, was it really so fake? That's definitely not something he'd like, really he'd rather be honest on his actions or he'll feel a real deep guilt within him. The only time he'll let himself lie would be to protect someone, but he didn't have to do that for quite a long time. Arthur shook his head, "I wouldn't fit in for sure, if I had to live myself a lie I'd hate it too."

Rubbing the back of his neck, looking to the side, "But… Yet again, there hasn't been royalty amongst giants in quite a long time. Not my kind anyway, we're… Kind of a dying race."

Arthur bit his bottom lip softly, his heart sank that he brought up a sore subject so suddenly. Perhaps he should try and cover it, "U-Um, anyway, I'm glad you chose to stay out of it then, one must feel happy with what they do after all."

Alaina frowns as he begins to talk about his people. She doesn't like the sound of that. A dying race? "What happened to your people?" she asks, her voice twisted with concern. If he wanted to keep that a secret and away from the ears of someone who would use it to try to help them in any way possible, he probably shouldn't have told Alaina.

She'll return to the rest later. First thing's first.

Movements from the giant came to a soft pause as his breath grew quiet at Alaina's question. Looking down, brows furrowed already regretting even mentioning it. The subject itself sent such a cold drop within him from the horrid memories that would flash. But Arthur held himself slowly as he gently gazed back toward her with a little sigh. "We were… Hunted down, for our possessions and our bodies had healing properties that are… Beneficial to folks."

Arthur curled his lip, it was just too terrible to think about how some thieves would go so low as to use their bodies like that. He closed his eyes before looking away from her, "I was… A fool when I was young, I let a stranger in our home one time… A-And he…"

Holding his lips, as the flash of bloodshed of his family sent a cold and trembling shiver around him, Arthur winced his eyes shut and took a shuddered breath, "I-I wish not to speak any more of it."

"I'm sorry," Alaina says, her expression turning sadly sympathetic. "I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."

But as she had asked, she has to offer something else in return. Maybe she can't help, but she wants to try. At least offering, giving him the opportunity to call on her is something.

"If anything like that ever happens again, if you and your people ever need help, I would be happy to come to your aid. No friend of mine will ever suffer if there is something I can do. The Inquisition fights to unify Thedas, but we also help those in need. We will help you if you need it."

And yes, she did just call him her friend.

Arthur shook his head in return to her sympathies, "You were only curious, it's alright."

A lot of the horrid things that rushed in his head died down as he started to get his bearings, thankfully he's trained himself over the years on how to deal with his episodes of stress. Then as Alaina went on, Arthur's brows raised curiously. Did she just offer help, as well as called him a friend? He hadn't many if any friends, there a shy blush that came to his cheek as he softly took in his breath, "O-Oh... Th-Thank you I-Y-You don't mind being friends with me? Really?"

"I still should have had more tact about it."

Alaina is used to befriending unlikely types. This instance is really nothing out of the ordinary for her.

"I wouldn't have offered if I hadn't meant it," she tells him sincerely. "Friends help each other, right? You've already helped me. It's only fair that I help you."

A warmth came into Arthur's heart at that, he gave a small smile. He nodded as he gently held out his finger for her hand to shake. "Ofcourse... I-I'd be honored to be your friend, thank you. You can count on me for help any time for sure."

Alaina's lips curl upwards as she shakes his finger with both of her hands. "You've already done more than enough for me. But if I ever have another nightmare, you're welcome to work the same magic on it that you did tonight. I'll be sure to repay you."

Friends can be rare in Thedas. Alaina is happy to gain another one and another ally for the Inquisition.

"I should probably go back to bed before someone misses me. I'll see you again?"

Arthur nodded with a smile, he was just happy to have a friend. It was rare for a giant like him to even have one considering how intimidating his height can be for others. Then as she suggest that she should go back to go bed, "Oh yes ofcourse and-Ah here..."

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small stone, or at least small for him decent hand size for Alaina, it was a unique shade of pink and different looking that most quartz that could be seen on earth. He held it out for her, "If you need me just hold it and say my name and your location I'll hear it. And if I need you, you'll hear me as well."

At this point, Alaina has seen so much worse than a little height. This guy seems pretty nice and that's all that really matters to her.

Surprised, she accepts the stone graciously, turning it over in her hands to look at. It's very smooth and she likes the feel of it. "I may have to carry a bag around for it," she jokes, though her smile is warm with gratitude. "Thank you. I'll be sure to keep it with me and call you if I need you."

Tucking the stone into a pocket of her armor, she moves towards him. It'll have to be kind of awkward given their size difference, but she can try anyway. What it ends up being is her trying to hug his hand. Points for trying?

"And thanks for your help with my nightmare. You've been a great friend already."

Arthur chuckled with her, funny how small things to him can still be big for human sized folks. He nodded as he gave a warm smile, holding out his finger to hold her hand in a friendly shake, "Oh it's no problem at all, I-I'm glad to be of service... Give me a call and I'll be there for you, my dear friend Alaina."

"I will. You take care now, Arthur," Alaina tells him firmly. With one last smile and a hand in her pocket to make sure the stone is safe, she turns to head back towards bed. Maybe this time she'll sleep better than she had previously.

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