Short Story: Won't Know When

Won't Know When is a short story by Brianne Battye.Dragon Age Website It was published on December 4, 2021, as part of the Dragon Age Day celebration.
== Story ==
Warden Evka Ivo groaned and lay back against the rough stone. The ogre was dead. A half dozen arrows protruded from its throat and the left side of its skull was crumpled inward from the final blow of her dwarven hammer. She could rest for a moment.
“They made it out,” Warden Antoine said from above her.
“Good,” Evka said. The point of putting themselves between hapless miners and ogre-shaped death was to get the hapless ones out. Even if that meant a few bruises. And maybe a cracked rib. Antoine lowered himself to the ground next to her, wincing at his own aches. The two lay on their backs, staring up at the shadowed cave ceiling. 
“We made it too,” Antoine offered. He picked up a stone and fidgeted it between his fingers. The elf never could stay still.
“This time.”
Antoine laughed. “You said that last time we fought an ogre.”
“It was ogres last time. More than one. The third nearly took your head.”
“Ah, but I tested a new formula!”
Evka smirked, recalling the corrosive tang of Antoine’s experimental concoction. “That’s right. You nearly blew us both up.”
“I never said it was a good plan.” Antoine tossed the stone into the air and caught it. “But the halla went back to those fields. There were fawns last time we were through."
“You remember the darkspawn outside Kassel?” Evka asked. The darkspawns’ blighted presence had poisoned the water. The brackish swamplands filled with grey sludge. Birds died. Villagers begged for rescue between gurgling coughs. Evka had walked from the village alone and into a monstrous horde.
“You were sick,” Antoine said. “But you bought me time.”
“And you stopped the spread.”
“You said I owed you soup.” Antoine gave the stone another toss.
“There was that demon in the Merdaine.” 
“I hate demons,” Antoine muttered.
“I don’t think it liked you either.”
“At least our book was only singed. That mystery story. We were on the last chapter.” Antoine grinned. “I fared better than you against those hurlocks in the High Reaches.”
“There’s barely a scar. I wasn’t bit by a… what was that thing outside Arlathan?
Antoine’s hand went briefly to his shoulder. “I still don’t know. But we made it. Close as it was.”
“Point is, there’s a lot of ways for Wardens to die,” Evka said.
“And a lot of days you keep living,” Antoine countered softly.
“Dernel went on his Calling,” Evka said.
Antoine didn’t respond. He set the stone down. He hadn’t known.
Dernel hadn’t been that old, but the blight in his blood—in all Warden blood—told him it was the end. Evka had walked him to the Deep Roads one last time. He’d die fighting the monsters below.
“Being a Warden kills you one way or the other,” Evka said. “And we won’t know when for either of us.”
“I’m not afraid if you aren’t.”
From deeper in the cave, Evka could sense darkspawn moving. They didn’t have much time before more monsters arrived. But they had some.
“Ask me again,” she said.
He picked up the stone, put it down again, then turned all his focus on her. “Evka Ivo, will you marry me?”
“Yes.” And she kissed him.
== References ==
Won't Know When
fr:Nouvelle : Quand viendra-t-elle ?
de:Kurzgeschichte: Wir wissen nicht, wann
uk:Оповідання: Невідомо коли
ru:Незнамо когда