The gift of magic

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Chloe
WHAT: A magic show and talk of magic
WHEN: After Lyrium Plague, before Phylactery Plot resolution
WHERE: Infirmary
NOTES: Talk of mage stuff from Anders' perspective

Things are not quite back to normal. There's the whole issue of someone messing with his phylactery going on, after all, making him stressed and nervous as he works, but at least he's back to working. Having the ability to help all of his patients again, even if it means he has to take extra precautions, is a form of relaxing. For him.

When Chloe comes in, she'll find him working on something that is normal: potions. Everything's portioned out and poured in, now he's just casting to activate them.

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No worries!

[justice_is_blond]

He acknowledges the joke with a flash of a smile, waiting as he lines up another row of vials.

"Can you make what you fixed back home? There'd be definite value in improving our world through technology. There's also value in art, and being able to talk one's way out of things. I certainly have no talent for the last. Maker, I tend to talk myself into more trouble," he adds with a short laugh.

"The point is you have strengths, Chloe. You left out that you've a sense of wonder and a desire to learn new things, what brought you down to watch me do magic in the first place. You're encouraging, I've seen it around. You persevere rather than giving up when things are difficult. There is so much you have to offer, even if it takes learning some new things for the sake of applying your skills to this world. For as long as you're here, you've a place."

[tagartist]

"Cars?" She shakes her head. "I mean, I don't think I could. I know a lot about the parts needed to fix one, but not so much how the parts are made. Computers might be easier, but it'd mean trying to create or discover metals that you guys are severely lacking." She shrugged, looking down at her hands, because it makes her feel like she sounds even more useless when she says it out loud like that.

The observations get an awkward laugh, not ever the sort to think of herself as any of that, but also not knowing how to brush them off without sounding pathetic. It's a conundrum be often finds herself in. "Well, I guess that that's more than I've usually got," she said finally, looking back up at him.

"Thanks, I guess."

[justice_is_blond]

Anders stops working to focus on her. Was he ever this young? Probably.

"You're welcome, I'm sure," he says, trying to hide his amusement. "You've also got friends here, which should make for something. If the making things is too complicated, what of chemistry? Could you still do that?"

[tagartist]

Friends...? She wrinkles her forehead, not sure whether or not she had considered herself friends with anyone or not. Fern, maybe, but se was doing her damndest to not think about the elven girl in that moment since she always had the hardest time keeping that stupid look out of her eyes when she did. She'd talked to people, she guessed, but she could barely remember what it meant to have friends to know if that's what they were.

The crease in her brow deepened more at the thought of science, finally clearing her throat roughly, shaking her head, not really looking at him as she did so because it was probably too much as it was. "I - No - I mean, - Maybe. I don't - I'm not really the the science-y kind of person anymore. It's been a while."

[justice_is_blond]

Anders fully stops his work, taking a seat on one of the stools and focusing on Chloe.

"There's no telling how long you'll be here. It may be for just a few more moments, or it may be years. I'd like to suggest you consider what you'd want to do with your time here. Is there something you'd want to learn that you could, here? Or perhaps, despite the technology gap, there's some job here that could help you when you return. Take your time, but consider that you do have this time to do with as you... mostly wish. You're beholden to the inquisition, but it's not a sentence." Presently.

[tagartist]

The idea that she didn't know how long she would be here was enough already to have given her anxiety. There was a lot riding on being stuck here, things she had felt initially she had to go back to, but now she was feeling like it might not be so bad to just avoid. The more she'd thought on it, the more she'd even been okay with just staying in Thedas. For a while. Maybe for good. Given what she had to go back to...

Or perhaps, despite the technology gap, there's some job here that could help you when you return. The words stick out more than the others, because she doesn't know how to face them. How to say she has nothing to return to regardless of what choice Max makes. She feels that familiar tightening in her chest, the churn of her stomach, the way her breath stops.

"Yeah. I - I'll... think on that." She manages to choke out, going to pull herself up from her own stool. "I, um - I've probably bugged you enough for one day, though. You've answered a lot of questions and I'm probably just distracting you from, y'know, more important stuff." She waves her hand somewhat vaguely at the potions he had been working on, not really looking at him as she did so. "Thanks, though. For entertaining my curiosity or whatever."

[justice_is_blond]

It's obvious he's said the wrong thing, but he doesn't know which part was wrong so he has no idea what to apologize for.

Anders awkwardly stands up as she heads for the door.

"Of course. You can... You can come back any time, Chloe. I like answering questions." After she leaves it's a few long moments before he goes back to work, with him hoping he hasn't accidentally driven someone away for good again.