He chuckles at the question, fond smile lingering as Purrelden pushes into Beleth's hand for continued attention. After a moment he's shifting the cat down to the crook of his arm so she's easier to reach.

"Thankfully she's rather active. But she's quite the sucker for treats, I've noticed." The Warden camp feels like so long ago, and he regrets how much time has passed since the last time he spent casual time with Beleth.

The cat tries to lick Beleth's hand and Anders has to shake his head. "I think it's safe to say she remembers." With his free hand he pushes open the tavern door for them both, letting in the air and light of late afternoon.