A tough loss

There is a giant black dragon, the same one you saw before, after your joining. He shouts and flies over a massive army of Darkspawn and just as he flies away you wake up in a jostle.

As you open your eyes you find yourself in a small cottage. There are books, a simple table with benches and two beds. You also notice as you look down on your body that your breasts have been covered with a bandage that circles your chest and you also find black panties that cover your quim. As you observe further you find a fire with a pot above it and stirring the pot is the young black haired beautiful woman you met in the Wilds named Morrigan. As if on cue, she turns to face you.

She congratulates you on surviving before explaining what has happened. You gasp as you are informed about the climax of the battle, Loghain's betrayal and your injuries. You also learn that Alistair is outside and physically in good condition but mentally not well. As you stand up and stretch your body after what seems like a decade long nap, you feel Morrigan's stare as she admires your body. You smile at her as she tries to avert her gaze.

" And thank you for healing and taking care of me. And also for these. " You point to the black panties.

" You can thank my mother for the healing and well we did not wanted to leave you naked like that although I did have to touch your breasts while bandaging you. I hope you don't mind. "

" I certainly don't. " You smile and your cheeks blush.

There is a moment of tension as the two of you stare at each other. Morrigan was just about to turn back to the cooking when you embraced and grabbed her by her lower back before pulling her into you. Your lips immediately glued themselves to hers as your sloppy make out began. With your left hand you reached down and grabbed her ass as Morrigan moaned into your mouth. The breathing of both of you was erratic and even she was now reaching over the panties to touch your butt. It was now you ended the kiss as saliva slowly dripped down both of your chins.

" I-I am sorry. I couldn't... "

" It's quite alright. I would have stopped you if I wanted to. "

" Yeah... well, I should go see Alistair. And think of what to do next.

You put on your robe and go out of the small house, leaving Morrigan stirring the pot and bitting down on her own lip. It is the old woman who notices you first as she alerts Alistair to your presence. He walks up and hugs you, thinking you were not going to make it. You grieve with him about all the deaths as the old woman soon interrupts your conversation. She reveals how she saved you and afterwards tells you her name. Flemeth. Even you know that name. There were books written about a witch called Flemeth and you know from those books she is immensely powerful. You and Alistair barely ponder about her name before the anxiety of what to do next encircles you again. Flemeth interrupts you again and gives the two of you a fantastic idea. The treaties you retrieved earlier can be used for the greater good. You are entitled to ask help from elves, dwarves and even the mages as the two of you realize this is a real Blight. The dragon which Alistair is also seeing in his dreams is the Archdemon and if you are to defeat it as the last wardens of Ferelden, you will need all the help you can get. With this you are set upon your journey but Morrigan manages to interrupt at the last second.

She came to announce that dinner is ready but soon she found herself joined up into your group at her mother's behest. Both she and Alistair refuse to accept this but you and Flemeth convince them that if this truly is a real Blight, anyone who can help is welcome. So with that, the three of you pack your things and leave Flemeth in her little hut as you set out to stop the Blight and save Ferelden.