Way I saw it, we let that thing go? Some passing merchant or nearby village is gonna pay the price for it. It needed to be destroyed. I've had worse, so I'd say it was worth it.
[ That would be the case no matter what shape or size he came in. That was just his nature. Always had been. His Tamassran had even noticed the way he'd stepped in as a child, tending to the younger and weaker of his playmates and fending off any attempts at bullying.
Or we ran the risk of sticking around long enough to find out there were more of that thing, and more corpses, and we all died rather than rescue Zevran.
[There's no contention in his voice. He sees Bull's point, and while he definitely would have preferred to get the hell out of there as fast as possible, it's better that they eliminated the thing.]
But it worked out. There's certainly that going for taking on that monstrosity.
[That's a comfort. Anders doesn't exactly have a high opinion of most qunari, not since hearing about saarebas and then meeting one, but Bull's shown himself to be able to keep his head.]
Yes, well. I've never claimed to be the brains of this mission.
[The qunari gets the quickest flash of a smile.]
Bad habit, actually. Could make a clean getaway, never quite manage to do so because someone's busy getting hurt.
Mm. Is that what happened. In that case, if you can let me know ahead of time when you've your heart set on getting hurt in the future, I'd appreciate it.
[It's hard to dislike an entire group of people. The Templars make it easy after years and years of repeated harsh treatment, but Bull is... personable. Friendly. Laughs. Korrin had kept her head pretty well too. Taas hadn't. But Anders doesn't know how well-suited he'd be to the chaos of combat when lacking one of his senses. None of them are like the Tal-Vashoth who had plagued Kirkwall.
He looks up at Bull with a faint smile as he's finally closing the burn wounds.]
Forewarning, and all that. Make the life of the healer much easier.
[Anders stifles a yawn, sitting back on his heels.]
Scared shitless. Beyond that? Think they'll be alright.
[ One hand lifts to rub at his shoulder before rolling it slowly, working the joints out. A heavy sigh shifts his entire frame before he glances at Anders with a faint smirk. ]
What about you? You gonna need some lyrium before we pick up again, or just a few hours sleep?
[ He looks exhausted. But for some odd reason that seems to fit him. He's known guys like that before, lingering forever in this odd state of constant tension.
Reminds him of Cullen, actually. But he thinks the better of mentioning that. ]
[He watches Bull rub and roll the shoulder, and it's almost all professional interest. Almost. There's an awful lot of muscles moving there. And since the answer he's gotten is satisfying, he can enjoy the sight just a little.
At least, he can until he has a question to answer.]
That all depends on everyone else. If nothing serious gets injured during the night, I can make it on sleep. Otherwise it'll be lyrium and I'll take care of a few more minor things that are waiting in the meantime.
[Everyone else is mostly Zevran, here. If he's restless, if something tears, he'll need more attention because of the state his body is already in. One thing can avalanche into so much more damage on an already strained system. But Anders isn't about to pin it on Zevran. The rogue's got enough to shoulder; no one needs to have confirmation from the healer about how weak he is.]
...On that note, now is the time to tell me if you've set your heart on charging out into the surrounding countryside to battle something else.
[ The corner of his mouth ticks a little higher, though it's got a wry edge. Zevran's the focus here, without question. He's in a bad way, and not just physically. But keeping his injuries tended to will be one less thing to worry about on the journey back. ]
I need a distraction, I'll think of something else. Definitely not whatever the fuck that thing was again.
[ There's a grunt as he leans back, fingers straying over a nearly-healed cut. ]
Didn't even give me any good scars. Just the smell. That's gonna linger.
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[ Bull's nostrils flare in a brief snort. ]
Way I saw it, we let that thing go? Some passing merchant or nearby village is gonna pay the price for it. It needed to be destroyed. I've had worse, so I'd say it was worth it.
[ That would be the case no matter what shape or size he came in. That was just his nature. Always had been. His Tamassran had even noticed the way he'd stepped in as a child, tending to the younger and weaker of his playmates and fending off any attempts at bullying.
Course, things had been simpler, then. ]
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[There's no contention in his voice. He sees Bull's point, and while he definitely would have preferred to get the hell out of there as fast as possible, it's better that they eliminated the thing.]
But it worked out. There's certainly that going for taking on that monstrosity.
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[ It had seemed a challenge, but one that could still be handled. And handled it had been, even if he now bore the marks to show for it.
Still, he can understand the mage's caution and concern, and one eyebrow lifts. ]
Notice you stuck around, anyhow.
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Yes, well. I've never claimed to be the brains of this mission.
[The qunari gets the quickest flash of a smile.]
Bad habit, actually. Could make a clean getaway, never quite manage to do so because someone's busy getting hurt.
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[ He's not. The chuckle that follows says as much. He'd have done it all over again, but no one's under any obligation to rush in alongside him.
That obligation does seem to anchor Anders in place when he ought run and knows it is telling. ]
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[It's hard to dislike an entire group of people. The Templars make it easy after years and years of repeated harsh treatment, but Bull is... personable. Friendly. Laughs. Korrin had kept her head pretty well too. Taas hadn't. But Anders doesn't know how well-suited he'd be to the chaos of combat when lacking one of his senses. None of them are like the Tal-Vashoth who had plagued Kirkwall.
He looks up at Bull with a faint smile as he's finally closing the burn wounds.]
Forewarning, and all that. Make the life of the healer much easier.
[Anders stifles a yawn, sitting back on his heels.]
What shape are the prisoners in?
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[ One hand lifts to rub at his shoulder before rolling it slowly, working the joints out. A heavy sigh shifts his entire frame before he glances at Anders with a faint smirk. ]
What about you? You gonna need some lyrium before we pick up again, or just a few hours sleep?
[ He looks exhausted. But for some odd reason that seems to fit him. He's known guys like that before, lingering forever in this odd state of constant tension.
Reminds him of Cullen, actually. But he thinks the better of mentioning that. ]
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At least, he can until he has a question to answer.]
That all depends on everyone else. If nothing serious gets injured during the night, I can make it on sleep. Otherwise it'll be lyrium and I'll take care of a few more minor things that are waiting in the meantime.
[Everyone else is mostly Zevran, here. If he's restless, if something tears, he'll need more attention because of the state his body is already in. One thing can avalanche into so much more damage on an already strained system. But Anders isn't about to pin it on Zevran. The rogue's got enough to shoulder; no one needs to have confirmation from the healer about how weak he is.]
...On that note, now is the time to tell me if you've set your heart on charging out into the surrounding countryside to battle something else.
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[ The corner of his mouth ticks a little higher, though it's got a wry edge. Zevran's the focus here, without question. He's in a bad way, and not just physically. But keeping his injuries tended to will be one less thing to worry about on the journey back. ]
I need a distraction, I'll think of something else. Definitely not whatever the fuck that thing was again.
[ There's a grunt as he leans back, fingers straying over a nearly-healed cut. ]
Didn't even give me any good scars. Just the smell. That's gonna linger.
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[His voice is as wry as the smile on Bull's face. Anders stretches and gets up with a nod.]
I'll see you later. And if you've any sort of pattern you'd like future wounds left in, draw it on something and I'll see what I can do.
[He's not serious in the least. It's a good note to end the meeting on, though, and the evening.]