[Closed] The Best Part Of Waking Up

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Sina
WHAT: Sina wakes up after creating a forest, and two mages talk
WHEN: Slightly backdated
WHERE: Healing rooms
NOTES: Likely nothing.

Two decades of spirit healing have given him an idea of when someone is about to wake up after being injured. As the sand runs out of the hourglass he'd picked he gets up from his current task and gets to work making tea. Shortly thereafter he's in Sina's room, cups set out, tea kettle ready, and cat let loose to play at the hem of his robes as he settles into the chair, waiting and possibly guarding, just a little.

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[eolasemah]

Sina is still somewhat out of it, but opens her eyes with the same small smile as before. Sensing that someone is here, she angles her head to see Anders, and blinks slowly at him. "Did I do it?" she asks, in a whisper.

[justice_is_blond]

It. He'd had a guess, really, with the timing of her being brought to him, the secrecy, but that she's asking as if he'd know what she'd try backs it up. Before answering, Anders pours a mug of tea and raises an eyebrow.

"Sugar or honey? And..." He trails off. Does he want confirmation? Wren had called him, which means this is going to be far larger than he'd initially thought. But of course it would be. Non-mage humans in their stone cities fear anything that could be magic or not of human origin.

Anders takes a slow sigh. "The forest that sprang up. You're asking if you'd succeeded at that?"

[eolasemah]

"Honey," Sina breathes, "serannas." She finds that she's too weak to sit up, the effort of the magic having fully depleted her reserves, and simply rests back down again without complaint. At Anders' question, she nods once. "The forest," she repeats, "not a garden?"

[justice_is_blond]

He fixes the tea and brings it over, setting it on the table just next to her before grabbing his own and settling down with a sigh.

"Forest is the term I've heard used. A massive amount of plantlife springing up suddenly. I've been," he gives her a slightly wry expression, "somewhat asked if I had anything to do with it, considering its locations. And asked if I knew who was behind it. Which I didn't."

And he's not tempted to turn her in. While he's not sure exactly how to help matters here, identifying Sina as the source of this definitely would make matters worse.

"If it's still a garden, it would be good to get that message out there. I'm assuming by garden you mean primarily beneficial plants? The city could certainly use it. It's not like there are many gardens open to the public."

[eolasemah]

Sina watches the tea for a moment, then lets it be so it can cool, angling her head back toward Anders with a weary smile. "Yes," she confirms, "everything that was growing there is now..." She blinks, thinking it over, still very tired. "...more."

[justice_is_blond]

"I see."

His voice is quiet, and he turns his attention to stirring his tea for a few moments before looking back at her.

"I think you did well. But you should know I'm in the minority from what I've heard so far. People like clinging to things that seem to show they've been wronged or hurt, and the site of the former Chantry was that for many." Whether or not they'd truly been impacted in any way, shape, or form. Facts sometimes didn't matter as much as their feelings did, it seemed sometimes.

"I don't know what to suggest for you. Other than getting some rest here." The tea has cooled enough that he puts his down and picks hers up to offer it over. "I can hold the mug if you need me to."

[eolasemah]

She shakes her head to his last suggestion, holding out her hands to accept the mug when Anders offers it again. "I haven't been poisoned or cut down for it yet," she observes, blowing on the hot tea before taking a sip, "and neither has Nari, or Pel or Ellana, I assume? I take that as a good sign." When Dalish make mistakes in places dominated by humans, they don't tend to live long enough to learn from them.

[justice_is_blond]

"I don't know that many know it was you or them. And I don't know if that's for good or for ill." If they knew it was about provision, as the word garden suggests, then maybe they'd be grateful. But this is Kirkwall.

"Do you want them to know? I've already had someone asking if I was associated with those who did this. I told them no because at the time I'd no certainty about your involvement." And he's not going to call Wren back and tell on Sina.

[eolasemah]

"Hmm." After taking another sip, Sina rests her head back on the pillow with a weary sigh. "No," she decides, after some thought, "I'll handle it. It should come from me."

[justice_is_blond]

He nods before picking up his own tea.

"Be careful with it, is all I ask." His solemn expression turns a little teasing as he adds, "It would be entirely rude to undo all of the hard work I've done for your health tonight, after all. But in the meantime, before I let you get some more rest, is there anything else I can do?"

[eolasemah]

"I will," Sina says seriously, but the corner of her mouth twitches up when Anders' does. "I'll try not to inconvenience you," she adds in a similar tone, and considers his request. "...bring me the cat?"
Two years ago she had no idea what to do with cats, or other domesticated animals. Now she knows the truth.

[justice_is_blond]

Anders snorts at the 'inconvenience' teasing before looking around the room and then clicking his tongue. Nothing happens. Anders rolls his eyes and gets up to go over to the corner where Purrelden has stretched out to watch him with an expression that he considers altogether too smug. Tea cup goes down, cat gets scooped up, and aside from her burying a paw in his feathers she doesn't protest.

"The Hero of Purrelden is apparently feeling far too important for coming when called today," he says as he detaches her from his clothing and gently sets her on Sina.

Purrelden makes a grumbling meow before circling the elf's lap a couple of times and then plopping down. He almost makes a joke about her ruling but it's a little too soon after Jonas' loss. Anders contents himself by instead rubbing behind her ears and getting her purring.

[eolasemah]

It's kitty time. Sina waits for Purrelden to settle, then reaches out to scratch her behind the ears, a fond but still somewhat unfamiliar gesture that she has learned animals like. The purring is soothing, and she's glad for it.