Anders looks down. Letting wounds rest is not his strong suit. Maybe it was when he was younger, but he'd carried Justice and Vengeance for far too long to let things go easily. But he can work on it, and that sometimes seems to be what his life is anymore - a series of things he's working on.

Though there are some things that make it brighter, at least, and his pouch wiggles at his hip. Purrelden's waking up.

Anders stands, loosening the strings and letting her peek her head out. "I'll keep all you said in mind, Ignatia. I appreciate it." And with that, unless there's anything else, he's heading out.