justice_is_blond | Inbox for Fade Rift

"Which is why I've not brought her along." He's not stupid. Much of the time. "Sometimes I wish there was a country that would create a combat cat much the way people think mabari were created. I'd have no objection at all to a giant, purring lump that avoids getting muddy as a general rule taking up my lap, and even less if they were good at killing Darkspawn, bandits, and... the like."

Templars. Until they dropped their attitudes of being jailers of mages and superior, the war would go on. And without the protection he has, he'd wager that more than a few would be willing to risk everything just to kill him. A part of him wants to ask if she's actually interested in Wren, but he also thinks he might not want to know. If she is he'd have doubts he doesn't want to have around Teren.

Teren smirks thoughtfully, looking at the ground, visibly exhausted. "Perhaps it's nice to have a creature around who doesn't care for war." Loathe though she may be to admit it, Boots is a calming presence. At least when he's not eating something he isn't supposed to, or shitting somewhere he isn't supposed to.
"If I could occupy my days chasing rats and sleeping in the sun, I daresay I might be more optimistic about the future."

He breathes out a chuckle, giving her a small smile.

"It feels like a lifetime ago when all I wanted was a warm fire, a cat, someone to share the fire with, and the right to shoot lightning bolts at idiots. I was a lot more optimistic then."

Anders studies her. She still looks so tired.

"I can't cast you into a dreamless sleep, though there are mages who can. But I can make a potion that will help, provided you take it sparingly, not more than once every three or so nights. If you wind up taking it too often you could find you can't sleep without it."

Magic is, of course, out of the question. But a potion...
Teren stares at the ground for a few moments, considering. She doesn't like to show weakness, to indicate at all that she might need something from someone else, but the offer is tempting. After deliberating, she sighs. "..would you?"

"Yes." That she's asking for it means she needs it. Anders stretches his arms out before nodding in the direction of the city.

"Would you like to walk with me? We can go to the Gallows infirmary or my Clinic in Darktown, and I can put it together now."

She sighs. If they weren't already in the Gallows, Teren would immediately choose the infirmary in Darktown, but that's a bit of a walk and she already has so much to do here. "The one here," she grumbles, gesturing vaguely. She doesn't like it, it's full of chantry types, but so is the Gallows. She's used to it by now, or at least should be.

"Most of the others don't simply wander in to the room I use," he assures her as they start walking, assuming her worries are about her privacy. Teren is not someone who likes to show weaknesses, after all.

"Sometimes a few people come in hoping I'm doing something they can get me executed for, but that's always been when I'm alone." The easier to try to intimidate him, in their opinion, but now he's got Warden leadership who won't betray him and Anders isn't afraid.

The walk isn't long and he gets to work right away. This isn't something he keeps on hand as it's dangerous, but at least it also isn't going to take long to put together.

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