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WHO: Cyril and OPEN
WHAT: Cyril was late returning back to Kirkwall, and when he finally shows up he's a little worse for wear.
WHEN: Some timew this week
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: Some light description of injury.

He hadn't meant to be gone this long. He had gotten some leave to visit Sam and was supposed to be back last week. The visit had been wonderful, the trip home not as much.

When Cyril finally does make it back to Kirkwall he has a bruise along one eye and his arm is in a sling. He doesn't want to let the injuries get him down. He knows he's going to have some friends concerned about his appearance and he doesn't want to worry them. Still, it's pretty unavoidable when he knows someone can take one look at him and notice the broken arm.

The pain isn't helping his desire to play it off as if it's not big deal either.

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"Is Sam living somewhere that someone might have business? A village that someone else might need to go to? They can at least go with you to the village and then return with you. There's a definite safety in numbers."

Especially for a particularly tiny elf.

Cyril thinks about that and then nods. He can't help but feel touched that Anders is trying to protect him so he gives the mage a reassuring smile. "All right, I suppose you win with your logical points. I'll make sure I don't travel alone next time I go see him."

With that assurance, Anders can breathe a little easier. That's one friend who is a little safer now.

"Thank you," he says gently. "The war isn't going to die down anytime soon." Even if they beat Corypheus tomorrow, there will still be chaos for quite some time to come.

Cyril sighs then, realizing just how true that statement is.

"Thedas as never really been safe even before the war."

"Not for your kind, or for mine," he confirms quietly. "Not while the Chantry has power over the peoples' hearts and minds. We can only hope that matters change when this war has passed."

"Wouldn't that be wonderful," Cyril replies, smiling at the idea. "One can dream, can't we?"

"One can." He drops his hands, healing complete, and reaches for a glass of water. Even healing that isn't saving a life can be a little draining after a full day.

"And one can fight for that dream. Which is why we're here."

Cyril checks his arm and sort of marvels for a moment at how talented Anders is. He really should be more used to magic, but it still seems to be something he delights in.

"Exactly," he answers. Then he gives Anders a grateful smile. "So, what can I do to repay you for your services? I don't want to take your mana and run."

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