okay but imagine Zevran rustling through his pack while sitting at camp because he’s looking for something, anything important

because when he looks at the Warden he feels a light fluttering in his chest and a feeling of hope and when they smile (at him or at anything, really) he feels alive and he wants to do something for them so badly, give them something as precious as the things they have given him

and he looks and he looks and he doesn’t have much, he doesn’t have much at all and he wonders if there is anything he actually owns that is worth anything at all in comparison to what they have given him-

and then he remembers the earring. One of the few luxurious things he has ever been able to keep for himself

and he takes it out and goes over it with his hand, the small jewels gleaming in the firelight, brilliant and stunning and he knows then that it’s perfect. He wants the Warden to understand, even just a little, how much they mean to him. And for one moment, when he looks up from his hand to see the Warden talking to one of their other companions he finds himself thinking that being with them for the rest of his life wouldn’t be that bad…and maybe, just maybe, they might feel the same way.