Anders exhales slowly. She doesn't mean mage as an insult, he reminds himself and Justice. She'd probably even use the term on Bethany if training her. Maybe. It's not personal, he mentally repeats. Let it go, let it be, learn.

"Which is why I generally don't carry a sword. I like my feet where they are." He's attempting to sound funny, but it falls a little flat. 'Mage' bothers him. He has a-- okay, maybe he doesn't technically have a name but it works as one and it's an identity rather than object. More or less.

After going to the barrel, Anders side-eyes every weapon in there. What even does feels right mean? He winds up picking one that's on the short-but-broader side of things and bringing it over.

"I don't know that any sword is ever going to feel right. This could work?" It's more a question than anything else - she knows swords. He knows fireballs and staves.