Date & Time: Todayish, around dinnertime
Location: Cailan's suite
Characters: Alistair and Cailan!
Summary: Probably some angry talk. IDK.
Warnings: None so far!
[Alistair thought that his reasoning for coming to Cailan's house around the supper hour was quite sound, all things considered. He had been putting off coming to see Cailan quite long enough, and he was sure that he was going to catch it from someone if he didn't own up to the fact that they had many things to discuss soon enough. The last thing he wanted was an earful from Elissa or Duncan, honestly, and the way that Anora had come home after her talk with Cailan had signalled to him pretty clearly that things hadn't gone as smoothly as either of them had been hoping they would when everything came out into the open.
He lifted his hand to knock and sucked a deep breath in, wondering if perhaps he should've brought something with him to smooth things over -- a wheel of cheese or some sort of alcohol, perhaps -- but he had barely been able to convince himself that this was a good idea and going to get something from the store, he was sure, would've just made him lose his nerve.
At least he was sans-sword and shield -- that was a nice, peaceful gesture, right?
Right.
Now, with his luck, Cailan would just not be home and he'd be able to turn tail and run back to his own suite.]