better broken bones than broken spirit | open-ish

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa and Anders, and whoever wants to wander in I guess
WHAT: A patch-job
WHEN: now-ish?
WHERE: Anders' Clinic in Darktown
NOTES: Bodily injury, etc.

Ah, Darktown. It doesn't look like much, but—

—mostly it doesn't look like much. Athessa hasn't had much reason to revisit Darktown, even less reason to revisit it than her old stomping ground of Lowtown, since joining the Inquisition and then staying on with Riftwatch after the split. The only good memory she has of spending any time here is one of conning several visiting nobles out of some coin by leading them on an "official ghost tour of Kirkwall's seediest alcoves."

There's a little more of a wait at Anders' clinic here in Darktown than there tends to be at the infirmary at the Gallows, but it's worth it for the cats. Being able to sit on the ground and have the company of some precious little adorable cutesy purring fluff-ball takes the emotional sting out of her reason for being here, even if her bruises are being stepped on by a particularly fat cat. Don't worry about those scratches, that was just Mr. Mittens making biscuits.

"Stop that," she scolds the cat in a voice distorted by her What A Cute Widdle Baby expression. "Stop being so cute, it's disgusting."

You know, the way cat people talk to cats.