[Well that's- That's not fair. If Anders is going to just out and ask him.... Despite his avoidance, part of him wants to talk about it. Like he hadn't been able to talk about Duncan's death and maybe it will help a little to say it and Anders is asking. And he's his friend. He'd want Anders to tell him if their situations were reversed.

Shifting his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot, Alistair chews on his bottom lip and finally admits-] I... I got sick. From that stuff that made the things that attacked us. [A stupid mistake in hindsight. He'd been warned of the danger but he hadn't seen anything in the air and trying to keep his face covered while fighting just had been too difficult. Stupid.] I didn't realise until it was too late. And then I guess I... died.

[It sounds surreal to say it. Not a brush with death like at Ostagar but the actual thing. And then Wonderland's magic just... made it go away.]