Wynne

Andraste's flaming sword! I know where babies come from!

Alistair and Wynne have somehow a parent-child relationship, but also respect each other. Wynne is like a mother to them all sometimes, with her comments. But the two care quite a lot about each other, maybe because Wynne was there at Ostagar too.

During their dialogues you can see how sometimes Alistair makes fun of her being older, but at the same time respects her. One of most memorable scenes is when they return at Ostagar and Alistair comments on the fact that he feels old, and Wynne banters back if he is saying this because she is old.

She always has a good word for him, and she actually confronts you about the relationship with him, if you are romancing him, but later she apologizes, saying that it’s indeed a beautiful thing, and it gives something nice to see in those dark days. She is quite protective of him.

Dialogues

Wynne: Alistair, what's this?
Alistair: It's a sock?
Wynne: It's a filthy sock. How did it find its way to my bedroll?
Alistair: Maybe it likes you? Socks are sneaky like that. Anyway, it's not mine.
Wynne: It has your name stitched on it.
Alistair: Oh. Ha, ha. Ha. Part of templar training, back at the Chantry. The men were... always getting their socks mixed up. Anyway, uh, sorry about that. I'll take it from you right now. One of my socks is feeling a little damp anyway. A change would be nice.
Wynne: You're going to put it on? It's filthy!
Alistair: And dry. We're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here.
Wynne: What hideous habits you've picked up.
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Alistair: Wynne?
Wynne: Yes, Alistair?
Alistair: My shirt has a hole in it.
Wynne: I see. And?
Alistair: Can you mend it? When we get back to camp?
Wynne: Can't you mend your own clothes? Why do I have to do it?
Alistair: Sometimes I pick up too much fabric and it ends up all puckered and the entire garment hangs wrong afterward. And you're... you know, grandmotherly. Grandmothers do that sort of thing, don't they? Darning socks and whatnot. You don't want me to have to fight darkspawn in a shirt with a hole, do you? It might get bigger. I might catch a cold.
Wynne: Oh, all right. I'll mend your shirt the next time we set up camp.
Alistair: Ooh! And while you're at it, the elbows kind of need patching too...
Wynne: Careful, young man, or puckered garments may be the least of your problems.
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Alistair: Ow.
Wynne: What? Stop fussing with it. You'll make it worse.
Alistair: It itches.
Wynne: Yes, it's healing. Don't touch it.
Alistair: But it's distracting. Can I rub it through the bandage? That's not really scratching.
Wynne: Alistair, if you open that wound up, I'm not going to heal it again. You can just treat it yourself. And if it festers, weeping bloody pus and burns like the flames of Andraste's pyre, don't come to me. All I'm going to say is: "Alistair, didn't I tell you not to touch it?"
Alistair: It won't really fester, will it?
Wynne: Why don't you try scratching and see?
Alistair: I... uh, I guess it doesn't itch so much now.
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Alistair: So, you... know that I am a Templar, right?
Wynne: I believe what I heard was that you were not, in fact, a Templar. You were trained as one before you became a Grey Warden.
Alistair: That's right. But I still have... all the abilities of one, of course. That doesn't... make you nervous?
Wynne: Should it? I am no apostate. Perhaps you should be directing this question at Morrigan.
Alistair: She claims not to be afraid of me... or anything, really. But you've had more experience with the Templars than her. I know how mages can sometimes...
Wynne: The Templars serve a function, and a necessary one. If what has happened at the tower proves anything, it is that we mages can be dangerous... even to ourselves.
Alistair: That's... one way of looking at it.
Wynne: And regardless, you seem like a decent enough young man. If you decide to slaughter me out of hand, I'm sure you would at least inform me first, no?
Alistair: Oh, sure... count on it.
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Alistair: Do you think the tower is ever going to get back to what it was, Wynne?
Wynne: I don't know. A great number of people died. It will be difficult to imagine rebuilding with that cloud hanging over everything for many years to come.
Alistair: Do you think you'll be there? To help rebuild, I mean? Once this is all over with?
Wynne: I cannot say. Even if I survive this Blight... I am a very old woman, Alistair.
Alistair: Why? Because of some grey hair? You are a formidable woman, Wynne. You could see that it happens.
Wynne: I think you overestimate the number of years I have left. But perhaps you are right. Or perhaps the memories of what happened there... will be too strong for me to face.
Alistair: I have a hard time believing that.
Wynne: Well, it's good to have someone that believes in me so. Now if I could only feel the same way, myself. That would be something.
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Alistair: So tell me, you have any children? Grandchildren? I don't know, great grandchildren?
Wynne: What would make you think I have any children at all? You have to know I've spent most of my life in the Circle of Magi.
Alistair: You just seem like the grandmotherly type to me, I don't know.
Wynne: I suppose I'll take that as a comment on my demeanor and not my age.
Alistair: Mages aren't forbidden to marry or anything, are they? It's not such an outlandish question.
Wynne: Isn't it? What sort of man would marry a mage, do you think?
Alistair: How about another mage? There are just as many men as there are women within the Circle, as I recall.
Wynne: That sort of union is... not encouraged. Although that does not stop us from seeking out each other's... company from time to time.
Alistair: I... all right, suddenly you don't seem quite so grandmotherly to me anymore.
Wynne: Good. I would hope not.
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(If the Warden is not mage)

Alistair: You know, of all the mages I've met you have to be the first one I can honestly say I've really liked.
Wynne: Why thank you, Alistair. I am quite touched. I like you, too, Alistair. I imagine my son would have grown up to be someone like you.
Alistair: Your son? I thought you said you were never married?
Wynne: That's true. I never have been.
Alistair: I... oh. Then this wasn't... before you joined the circle?
Wynne: I joined the Circle at the age of nine. So, no. Do you still like me?
Alistair: Err... yes? Why wouldn't I?
Wynne: Good. It appears you got away from the Chantry just in time.
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Alistair: So you... mentioned you had a son? What happened to him?
Wynne: I honestly don't know, Alistair. He was... taken from me. Such births are seldom, as there are ways to prevent it, but it does happen. And any child born to a Circle mage belongs to the Chantry.
Alistair: I... didn't know. I'm sorry.
Wynne: It's all right. It was a long time ago. A very long time ago.
Alistair: Couldn't you do something about it?
Wynne: Do what? I was weak from the birthing process and there were... no, there was nothing I could do.
Alistair: Do you think about him?
Wynne: All the time.
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(If the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)

Alistair: Why are you smiling like that? You look suspiciously like the cat who swallowed the pigeon.
Wynne: Canary.
Alistair: What?
Wynne: I look like the cat that swallowed the canary.
Alistair: I once had a very large cat, but that's not my point. My point is why are you smirking?
Wynne: (Chuckles) You were watching her. With great interest, I might add. In fact, I believe you were...enraptured.
Alistair: She's our leader. I look to her for guidance.
Wynne: Oh, I see. So what guidance did you find in those swaying hips hmm?
Alistair: No no no, I wasn't looking at...you know her...hind-quarters
Wynne: Certainly.
Alistair: I gazed...glanced, in that direction, maybe, but I wasn't staring...or really seeing anything even.
Wynne: Of course.
Alistair: I hate you. You're a bad person.
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(If the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)

Wynne: Alistair, may I have a word?
Alistair: Of course, anything for my favouritest mage ever. ("second favorite mage" if warden is a mage)
Wynne: It seems you and our fearless leader are inseparable these days. Joined at the hip, almost.
Alistair: That's a bit of an overstatement, don't you think?
Wynne: Well then, now that you're in an intimate relationship, you should learn about where babies really come from.
Alistair: Pardon?
Wynne: I know the Chantry says you dream about your babies and the good Fade spirits take them out of the Fade and leave them in your arms...but that's not true. Actually what happens is that when a girl and a boy really love each other --
Alistair: Andraste's flaming sword! I know where babies come from!
Wynne: Do you? Do you really?
Alistair: I certainly hope so.
Wynne: Oh, all right then. Aww, look, you're all red and mottled. How cute.
Alistair: You did that on purpose!
Wynne: Now, now Alistair, why would I do such a thing?
Alistair: Because you're wicked. That frail old lady act? I'm so not fooled. I'm on to you now.
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(If the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)

Alistair: Soooo, what would you do if someone told you that they loved you?
Wynne: Check their eyesight first, perhaps. Is this someone I should know about?
Alistair: No. I mean, pretend you're a woman...
Wynne: I am a woman, Alistair. That shouldn't be too hard, but I'll give it a try.
Alistair: Ahhh, that's... not what I meant. Just... pretend you're another woman. And someone told you that they loved you. How would you react?
Wynne: Well, that depends. Does this someone just blurt it out? Do I love them back? I need context.
Alistair: I... I don't know if you love them back. Maybe you do. You've... spent a lot of time with this person.
Wynne: Perhaps you need to wait for the right moment? You could get her alone in camp, give her a gift perhaps.
Alistair: Oh, I wasn't talking about me... just... forget I said anything.
Wynne: (Chuckles) As you wish.
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(If the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)

Wynne: I think you make her very happy.
Alistair: Not this again. I'm ready this time.
Wynne: I just wanted to say that this was something good, for both of you. Being a Grey Warden isn't easy. I'm glad you found each other.
Alistair: Oh, yes, I bet you are, indeed.
Wynne: Cherish this. It may not last.
Alistair: And?
Wynne: That's all I had to say.
Alistair: Really? No pinching my cheeks? No making me blush?
Wynne: Of course not. I like you, Alistair. You deserve to be happy.
Alistair: Not even pinching my cheeks a little?
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(If the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)

Alistair: So you know about him and Morrigan, right? You've heard?
Wynne: I think I know what are you talking about, yes.
Alistair: And you agree with it? You don't think that it's... dangerous?
Wynne: Dangerous for whom? Her? Or him?
Alistair: Anyone. She's maleficar... and rotten to the core. How can he even... this can't be a good idea. She can't be a good influence on him.
Wynne: I will admit that the thought did cross my mind, several times. But look at it another way...
Wynne: Perhaps he will be a good influence on her.
Alistair: You know, you are just too understanding about stuff like this. Can't you be more judgmental? I'm trying to rant, here.
Wynne: Oh, I'm sorry. You go ahead and rant, dear, and I'll just nod my head if you like.
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(After Alistair's heritage is revealed)

Wynne: Did you speak often with Cailan?
Alistair: You're asking me if I have a relationship with my "brother", aren't you?
Wynne: Yes. I wonder what he thought of you.
Alistair: I don't think he cared much about my existence. I didn't mean anything to him. Anyway, to answer your original question, no, we never spoke. Well, maybe once. Maric and Cailan had come to Redcliffe to visit the arl. I was very young then. We were introduced. I believe I said, "Greetings, your Highness." He said, "Ooh! Swords!" and ran off to the armory. So, yes, that was the extent of our relationship. We drifted apart after that. Very sad.
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(During the Return to Ostagar DLC upon first returning to Ostagar)

Alistair: Something about returning here makes me feel old, Wynne.
Wynne: And what exactly are you implying, Alistair?
Alistair: What? Nothing! I just thought...
Wynne: You just thought I might be an expert at feeling old and could share some sage advice?
Alistair: I just mean that I was a different person then. I believed in him, you know? That it would be a glorious battle, that we'd win...
Wynne: I did too. We were all a little bit younger the last time we were here.
Alistair: Well, not you. You've always been old.
Wynne: With lip like that, son, you'll be lucky if you live to be half my age.
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(During the Return to Ostagar DLC after obtaining the first of Cailan's items)

Wynne: What's the matter, Alistair?
Alistair: I don't know. It just feels wrong to find this here, pawed over by darkspawn and thick with their rot. It was his.
Wynne: I know, I feel it too. But he is not the first king to ever fall in battle or ever the first to fall to the darkspawn.
Alistair: Yes but this wound cuts deeper.
Wynne: And it will bleed longer. But we must keep moving; no doubt the darkspawn are eager to give us plenty more reasons to mourn.
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(During the Return to Ostagar DLC after finding the Secret Correspondence)

Alistair: So it's true! He had convinced the forces of Orlais to ally against the darkspawn.
Wynne: Empress Celene was merely awaiting his response!
Alistair: A response that never came and now never will, thanks to Loghain's treachery.
Wynne: Never is a long time, Alistair. Give it time and let cooler heads prevail. There will be peace between us yet.
Alistair: Well I hope you live to see it, Wynne.
Wynne: And I hope the darkspawn don't.
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(During the Return to Ostagar DLC after obtaining the "last" of Cailan's items)

Alistair: There it is, the last of them.
Wynne: (sigh) It has been a long day. By the lines around your eyes I dare say you look as old as I.
Alistair: And if I may say so, milady, you appear to be getting younger by the day.
Wynne: Be careful who you flirt with, young man. (chuckle) When you wake up beside me tomorrow morning I'll be back to reminding you of your grandmother.
Alistair: Beside you?
Wynne: You heard what I said. It would not be the first time I woke to a younger man in my bed.
Alistair: Are all women this evil and conniving when they grow old?
Wynne: Just me, my dear. (chuckle) Just me.