Author's Note: I meant for this to be a bit flirtier, but oh well. Warden-Commander Cousland and Anders after a battle. Post-Blight.

She wiped the back of her gauntlet across her mouth which should have hurt, but didn't, and spit out what she hoped was her own blood but had a sickening suspicion wasn't.

"Everyone alive?" she called out wearily as was her custom.

She was met with a few tired affirmatives and one expletive which probably came from Nathaniel though her ears were ringing loud enough that it was hard to be sure.

Satisfied, she sheathed her sword and set to the task of rummaging through the bodies for any valuables that might be had.

"Is this completely necessary?" Anders complained from her right, "I find it a bit macabre, really. I mean, we are pillaging the dead. I'm no devoted disciple of Andraste or anything, but this just feels…wrong."

"In case you forgot, they tried to kill us first." She rolled a body over with the toe of her boot. The helmet looked decent. "And what do you suggest? We leave these things for darkspawn?"

"No, I don't think we should just leave everything for the darkspawn. But couldn't we bury them or burn them or…something that doesn't involve touching them once they're dead?"

She stopped her rummaging for a moment to consider.

"I suppose we could burn the bodies afterward," she said, "That'd be up to you though since I seem to be short one fire-on-command ability but frankly, I don't have the time or desire even if I did." She decided the helmet was worth taking –it looked like it might be dragon bone- and stepping on the corpse's chest, she pulled the thing off.

"You have time to ransack the corpses, but not give them the decency of a proper burial? Remind me never to die around you," he muttered sullenly.

"What?" she asked irritably, "Don't you think they would have done the same to us? I mean just look at your robes, anyone could tell they'd fetch a fine price. And don't think I don't know about your luxury undergarments. I saw your little purchase at the last vender. Purple velvet, if I remember right.I bet they'd leave you stark-naked for all of Ferelden to see. And have you ever actually seen corpse penis? It's not a pretty sight. That's what any passersby would have to see; dead-Ander's penis. Is that really how you want to go out? Is it?"

He stared at her wide-eyed for a moment before thumbing the area behind him.

"I think I'll just go over there."

"Good idea," she barked after him, trying -with little success- to stifle a smile.