[He raises an eyebrow as Kirk comes in, though, watching the man's movements to see how well Kirk was healing. Not as well as could be hoped, if he could guess, not as poorly as could be feared.
Anders glances at the cat, contemplating calling her close. After a few moments he scoots to the wall to do so, coming out of the water enough to show the reason for his hesitation - scars. The marks of a whip on his back, of a sword through his heart, of shackles on his wrists. There's no lingering to his movements as he pulls the kitten back from probing at an ancient crack in the wall. If she heads in there, there's no telling what she'll find, or where she'll come out.]
She's mine.
[Purrelden gets deposited back on his towel, next to her small metal ball, and then Anders is sinking back in the water.]
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[He raises an eyebrow as Kirk comes in, though, watching the man's movements to see how well Kirk was healing. Not as well as could be hoped, if he could guess, not as poorly as could be feared.
Anders glances at the cat, contemplating calling her close. After a few moments he scoots to the wall to do so, coming out of the water enough to show the reason for his hesitation - scars. The marks of a whip on his back, of a sword through his heart, of shackles on his wrists. There's no lingering to his movements as he pulls the kitten back from probing at an ancient crack in the wall. If she heads in there, there's no telling what she'll find, or where she'll come out.]
She's mine.
[Purrelden gets deposited back on his towel, next to her small metal ball, and then Anders is sinking back in the water.]
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