[Open] You'll think "how did I get here, sitting next to you?"

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders and anyone who wants to come pester him or be pestered by him
WHAT: Anders Does Skyhold
WHEN: Through Harvestmere
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: He's Anders.

1. Healing Tents

His robes are dark blue today with silver trim - Warden colors - swooshing around a little as he works around the tent. He likes these robes, which is one of the reasons for his faint smile. The main reason is far more simple; this is where he feels like he's accomplishing something good. Which is why, as long as you're not dripping blood all over the place when you come in, the small smile stays in place as he asks what brings you in today.

In the slight event someone is dripping blood all over the place, they'll be greeted with bandages and help down into a chair.

--Alternately--

He's got much of their dried herbs set out in front of him so he can take a measure of what they have and what's still good. Even in the cold mold can still set in. Supplies look mostly good, though, and he takes notes as he starts pulling some of the fresher herbs out to begin a drying process on them.

2. Training the Hero of Purrelden/Garden

Ser Pounce-a-lot had been a very special cat. He'd been easily trained, for one thing, and Anders hadn't needed to worry about hauling him down to the Deep Roads to deal with Darkspawn. Purrelden? Isn't as brave. In fact, she has a habit of being timid when first encountering new insects. Which means the best thing to do is to have her in the area where the most bugs are found - the gardens.

"You're fine. It's smaller than your paw, you can take it on." She doesn't look sure, but he has dried meat and by now she at least seems to know that batting at a bug will get her a treat. "You can do it. You're a fierce warrior. You can take on anything."

He probably looks like he's talking to a bush if someone's coming up from behind or the left, but his attention is on her. And really, talking to plants is about the least harmful thing that could be done to his reputation.

3. Teaching

Since the conference, Anders has let it be known that he's open to working with anyone who wants to learn more about the practical spells he has under his belt, as well as learning in return, or even working on trying to make new ones together. There's a few stumps left set up where the conference was, and he can be found here some evenings to teach or learn or work. Until someone drops by he's reading or playing with his cat or both. Most of the time both.

4. Mess hall

He's trying to be better about eating all of his meals. It's a work in progress. Which is why he's eating his lunch 'late,' sometime in the early afternoon, and eating is a relative term. There's food on the plate in front of him, yes, but Purrelden's batted some peas off of it and Anders is more focused on notes than actually shoveling food in his mouth at the moment.

5. Wildcard

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[doneisdone]

"....yes," Teren decides, with a bit of hesitation. Was that a trick question? Normally she catches them easily, but perhaps her burns have taken a toll on her brain.
"If I don't kill you both in a fit of passion, then yes." She pauses to steady herself for a moment, taking a deep breath but otherwise not requesting or showing any indication of needing assistance. "And by that I mean a fit of your passion. You're a mage, don't you know any soundproofing spells?"

[justice_is_blond]

He smiles now, a little amused even though he's now going to keep the elbow at the ready.

"In the Circle, sex and love were forbidden. We had to be silent. Here, I'm free. I don't have to hide what I have and what I treasure, even if sometimes I..." He's getting carried away. Anders trails off, smile fading a little. He doesn't want to talk about how he fears, or how he's lost.

"What I feel I express. Sometimes. And more often I muffle it for the sake of people who may be nearby. But I can't stop wanting those sometimes."

[doneisdone]

Teren spares him the scoff of disgust, but she does roll her eyes a bit. It's half a defense mechanism, since in theory she isn't actually disgusted by holding onto things and people that matter, but... perhaps one can be a bit envious. Especially when, even if he's not a 'boy', the person who's managed to do so is significantly younger than oneself.

"Lucky you, then," she says, with a tone that doesn't quite convey the indifference she intended.

[justice_is_blond]

There's... something there that he isn't quite sure he can put his finger on. Anders glances over at Teren, but as usual her face doesn't tell him much.

"I... Thank you?" He hopes she'll clarify, though he's not going to put money on it. Teren makes being vague an art form.

[doneisdone]

She doesn't, naturally. She affords a brief, cautious glance back to Anders, then chooses to ignore his response. Everything's fine, and there's nothing beyond that he or anyone else needs to know.