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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[ 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.]