"That, and a chance to feel wind beneath wings. I think I'd like that most of all." He really needs another capelet, now that Zevran's convinced him to try dressing up and not looking so haggard, but that's not quite on the priority list yet.

He watches the... apprentice? servant? whatever he is, put away the books under this woman's direction for a moment before Anders gets to his feet and holds out a hand.

"Detlef. I've heard there are still some practitioners, at least, so maybe one day my luck will turn and I'll find one willing to teach me. Until then, books and day dreams and meeting lovely women in the library it is."

It's a good day. They spent the morning healing, and shapeshifting could be used for justice, so Justice isn't pressing in and Anders can breathe.