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WHO: Anders and You*! (*unless you are someone who will turn him in. ONE DAY THERE WILL BE CR. /reaches sadly)
WHAT: Detlef going about his days, helping out, being argumentative, everything
WHEN: Mid-Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Probably nothing? I'll edit if that changes

Healing tents

Anders is found in these most often during the day. Everything's easier when he works, really, when he and Justice can both be on the same page. They're doing good. They're furthering the cause of mage freedom. And more importantly, no one is being hurt. Are you a patient? He's probably checking you over before getting to work. Co-worker? Hand him the elfroot salve, please? Or just drop by and find him where he's most willing to be chatty as he works.

Garden

There's nothing like seeing a mage seemingly talking to a tree. Considering previous events, it's probably a little worrying. But upon closer approach one can see that there's a terrified cat clinging to a very small branch that's just barely supporting its weight, and they can hear the mage trying to talk the cat down as if the cat can understand anything that's being said.

"You can do it. Just step... Come on. A little lower. Please?"

Just outside Skyhold

There's a garden inside the walls. It has plenty of things growing in it, including basically everything Anders is looking for. It's hard for him to stay inside the walls for too long, though. He needs to be outside, to wander some, to remind himself that the walls aren't keeping him in. While it isn't the healthiest method of coping, there are certainly worse ways to go about it.

Anyone running into him out here gets a look that's a mix of surprised and bashful - the latter due to him not really having any way to explain why he's out here with a handful of easy-to-get herbs in hand.

Library

He's seated in the Library, head buried in a book the way it never was when he was at the Circle, with a pair of large tomes next to him. They're probably not that surprising for a spirit healer, treatises on spirits and their nature, but he doesn't look pleased. And he isn't. He's not finding anything that will help with his situation, and Anders is aware that he might not have a lot of time left for the looking.

Approaches from strangers get a glance up and a nod, before he'll ask if they need to get to something past him. Known people get asked a little absently how their day is going before he turns another page.

[Or] Alternately, he's curled up off to the side, on the ground, paging through a book on obscure magic that talks about various rumored spells that the author doubts really exist. His attention is primarily on the shapeshifting portion, and he looks a little wistful. Anyone approaching who glances at the book get a half-smile and asked if it wouldn't be fun, being able to transform into animals.

Wildcard

[Hit him up wherever? He grabs food in the kitchens on the go, sometimes is at the tavern in a corner near the back, sits on the walls and looks out sometimes, surreptitiously feeds the stray cats around skyhold (and scolds any dogs that try to take the food,) and may, every now and then, see if he can zap armor in just the right way so straw and fabric and all sorts of things stick to it.]

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"Scare it up there?" Anders looks aghast at the thought. "Poke it with a stick? Why would I... No. No. It's a cat." And this man either thinks he's funny when he's distinctly not, or is cruel.

"Not all cats are drawn to catnip, either. I'm trying to find a peaceful, safe way to get the cat down. If you have any suggestions along those lines, I'd like them. Otherwise, you can keep all sticks to yourself."

Both? Maybe both. He can be cruel but he definitely thinks he's funny. He's hilarious, Anders; you'll come to learn. "Got any cat toys? A stuffed squeaky mouse, maybe? Maybe we can shake the branch a bit? Not like I've ever had a cat."

"We are not shaking the branch." His voice was certain. "That is not up for discussion. And I'm lacking in any sort of cat toys as it's been a long time since I've had one. ...A cat. And toys, but I meant a cat."

He considers for a moment, looking up at the cat and hoping the man isn't about to act on the one suggestion. "...Do you have any sort of food on hand? Maybe we can bribe her down."

"I don't exactly have a habit of just carrying a plate of meat on me, sorry. No bag of Friskies or can of tuna." Sure, he could go slink off to the kitchens and get something, but that requires more care than he has.

"Okay, so. Two suggestions. Either leave the thing alone and it'll get down on its own--even if it falls, cats, they land on their feet, right? Orrrr I could, I dunno, lift you up and you could try grabbing it?"

The chance of this man dropping him seems inordinately high, but at the same time Anders wants to help this cat. There isn't any further she can go, so a boost would get him in range. Sure, it will also get him clawed, but he's a healer. He's fine.

"All right. Lift me up. But if you think it's funny to, I don't know, drop me, or toss me, or any of that, I'll have you know I'm a mage and I can and will zap you."

Church gives him a 'seriously?' look, because, honestly, he hadn't expected the guy to go with that option. But he's small. Kinda scrawny-looking. Like the cat. Sure, he can lift, bro.

With a roll of his eyes, he crouches down and sets his shoulders. Man, this is fucking lame. "Don't squirm. And don't drop a fucking cat on me."

"It's only one. There's no fucking going on."

There's a smirk on his lips and in his voice as Anders takes the boost and holds his hand out to the cat, hoping it will come over to be rescued. This man is a little odd, but Anders can work with that. After a moment, the cat noses his hand, maybe knowing that it doesn't really have much in the way of options.

"Come on. Nearly there. Please come closer before he drops me..."

"Oh real nice show of support there," he grumbles, hunched over. Man this guy is heavier than he thought. Oh, sure, it all sounds easy until you actually do the thing that requires physical strength. He doesn't know the limits of this body yet. It's still kind of in the test drive state. "Total confidence booster, let me tell you. Just grab it and deal with the claws or whatever."

He snickers at the comments coming from below as he finally takes hold of the cat and holds her close before stepping off the man's back.

"Please. I've never met you before. You could easily have decided to drop me for the fun of it. And I needed to sweet talk her into cooperating. Which worked."

More or less. There's a claw digging into his shoulder and another into his arm, but at least his clothing is heavy enough he's not bleeding.

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