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[justice_is_blond]

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.]

Comments

[disgracedchampion]

Michel would let the mage think he came out on top if it made him happy, words were tiny when compared to action so it was really not a battle he wanted to involve himself in. If they were civil to one another for the moment, then that was enough for him.

Regardless, he seemed happy enough to be holding the cat and the cat seemed content in being held by him for the moment.

"Really? It's unfortunate that they run around without names, even if you cannot keep them," though this was coming from the man who had given every mount in the stable a name, even if it was in his own mind, "nothing wrong with the simple joys in life," he'd been dabbling in such simple joys himself more frequently than he should like to admit to. The question as to whether or not Michel was a cat person earned Anders a look of contemplative wonder, "I do not know...the only cat I've ever really known belonged to the Empress...long hair, flat muzzle, and she oozed attitude. I respect that. I suppose I like them well enough...they find their way into my tent and into my bedroll and occasionally when it's particularly cold I'll share the bedroll warmer...they like it. They also appreciate my cooking, that always works in their favor."

Especially given that Michel could just barely stand his own cooking.

[justice_is_blond]

Since leaving the Wardens, Anders hasn't really had much in the way of meat for cats, to cook or leave raw. He hasn't had much in the way of meat for himself. Skyhold's kitchens are a luxury he's not had access to in quite some time. But that doesn't change his opinion on naming the cat. He needs distance. Otherwise he'd be adopting cats left and right, and then when he's executed they'll be used to being spoiled and have no one caring for them.

He scratches her behind her ears, looking down at her before kneeling and setting her on the ground. She takes her time lingering and threading between his legs, still getting petted for as long as she stays in reach.

"If you wish to name her, I'll not stop you. I prefer to save naming them for when I know I can look after them, and with how much danger our lives are on I've no confidence in lasting that long. I'm a healer. I'm needed everywhere. And she deserves better." How he wishes it were different, but it isn't.

[disgracedchampion]

"I'll look after her then," Michel wasn't about to adopt every single cat running around Skyhold, but he could manage one. It was a silent I'll look after her for you message that he didn't say outloud. All their lives were potentially fleeting, including the lives of the cats, a little bit of happiness was better than none at all as far as Michel could tell.

Now out of the tree he crouched down on the ground contemplating the cat, she was like any other, not remarkable for her species, but cute in a feline sort of way, "Chérie..."

[justice_is_blond]

He still wasn't really impressed with Michel... but the man was taking in a stray for no reason other than the fact that she was a stray, and maybe to be kind, and that was the first point in his favor Anders was awarding.

"If she becomes ill, you can bring her by the healing tents. I'll make certain she recovers." For as long as he's still here, at least. It might not be that much longer. It's the least he can do, though.

There's another considering pause, before he offers up one more thing. "I knew a woman named Lirene, once. She was kind. And sometimes as moody and fickle as even the best cat can be."