15 - Video [Backdated to the morning of the 4th]

[3wayforjustice]

[Mornin' Keep. How are you all feeling today? Probably better than this guy.]

[Video shows him in his room, actually in bed for a change, and propped up on his folded coat. He looks... about as pale as paper, but there's an almost unnatural brightness to his eyes. Almost like a fever. That's hat happens when you chug lyrium potions after

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[ghostly_stutter]

A-Anders? You okay?

[Chloe winces. Who would be okay after seeing his boyfriend's head completely vanish from his shoulders?]

Anything I can do?

[3wayforjustice]

I'm not a complete invalid. I'm healing. It's fine.

[There's not even a hole left in his stomach anymore.]

[ghostly_stutter]

...

[A considered pause.]

Are you fine in the sense that you're lying through your teeth, and if Alex was there he would not be happy with you if you did anything strenuous, or are you really fine?

[3wayforjustice]

[Woman what is your problem why are you bringing that up where Varric can see it.]

If I say I'm fine, then I am. I've been asleep for Maker knows how long.

I think know my own limits.

[Says he who pushed himself to said limits not too long ago.]

There's nothing but a scratch left, anyway!

[ghostly_stutter]

[Perhaps because she's never met Varric?]

Okay. Okay. You're fine.

[She'll cave--she'd tell everyone the same thing repeatedly if she were in his shoes, too. She still didn't know whether or not she believed him, but she would let it go.]

Are you hungry? I could bring you something to help keep up your strength.

[It would only be a bit of bread, or something she found in the kitchens, but it might be enough to help.]

[3wayforjustice]

[Okay, then he would like to know how she knows.]

[He's not fine. Not yet. But he's much better than he was earlier. ... And food does sound good. A lot of it, actually.]

I suppose if I say no, you'll only do it anyway.

[ghostly_stutter]

[She grinned, then laughed.]

You're getting to know me already. Besides, if you're anything like me, you'll say you're fine until you can no longer breathe--no matter how true the statement.

[Picking up her journal, she moves to exit her room, thinking of things she could bring for him to eat while he was still recovering. The feed might be a little off while she's walking.]

Besides, we have to look out for each other here, don't we? We're all we really have.

What's your room number? Is that where I can find you?

[3wayforjustice]

It's different. When your magic can put you back together again.

[Except when he over-extends himself. Hence the lyrium. Hence the weird look in his eye.]

Yes... I suppose.

It's [Insert number here]

[ghostly_stutter]

Mm. Must be a nifty trick.

[While Chloe was okay with her abilities now, she still found she wished her supernatural powers let her do something a bit more useful. Especially here, at the Keep.]

You can suppose all you want. I think people will be grateful for it in the future, when more crazy and supernatural things keep happening.

Okay. I'll be right there. Anything you want in particular?

[3wayforjustice]

Being a healer? Others certainly seem to think so.

[He scoffs, and there's suddenly a little color on his cheeks -- color born from irritation, but still. It's better than looking like death warmed over.]

People? Be grateful for mages? There is a higher chance of the Knight-Commander propositioning Hawke in her smallclothes than that happening.

[He just shakes his head. He's not particularly picky.]

[ghostly_stutter]

Well, I certainly would find it a useful ability.

Well... I'm grateful. We're from different worlds, aren't we? What if someone arrived here from a world where everyone had magic? Take it one step at a time. Sure, people can't change over night, but here there may be more of a likelihood to sway someone's dislike since we're all here together. Facing the same questions and horrors.

[She makes it to the kitchens, looking around for a few items she can easily carry. Slicing off a chuck of bread, Chloe slices a few bits of cheese to go with it. She then grabs an apple, silently bemoaning the fact that she won't have any meat to give him. Hopefully the cheese will give him some of the nutrition and strength he needs. Spotting the milk, Chloe pours a tankard full and makes her way back towards Anders' room. Knock knock.]

[3wayforjustice]

They can be accepted here, certainly. It doesn't change the plight of mages in Thedas. What happens here doesn't effect what happens back there. Which is why we need to get back.

[He'll be there. Propped up on his coat, scribbling something on a loose bit of paper. More papers cover the floor.]

[Along with a pair of socks.]

Yes?

[ghostly_stutter]

Anders? It's Chloe. I--I'm coming in.

[Which was code for: I hope you're decent. She was too worried about him to dawdle out in the hall. Besides, he was expecting her. Nudging open the door, Chloe's brows rise at all the paper.]

You busy?

[She walks toward him, curiously glancing down at what he was working on--striving not to read his words in case it was something personal.]

Sounds like everyone in the Keep has something to get back to. Who's were you referring to in the journal, though? Are there more people here from your world?

[3wayforjustice]

[He's wearing pants, if that's what she means. His coat and shirt are rolled up into a pillow behind him, and there's a good strip of bandage wrapped around his abdomen -- just partially hiding the Keep Tattoo.]

[When she asks if he's busy, he just sort of quirks an eyebrow. Does he really look busy?]

There are. Hawke and Varric are from Kirkwall, like me. And... there's another here too. From elsewhere, but Thedas all the same.