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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.]

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[justice_is_blond]

"Wee bits of clothing," he repeats in an amused voice. There are times Jamie's voice and accent reminded him of Sebastian Vael, and times it was humorous. This is definitely a case of the latter, though the hasty correction got raised eyebrow as Anders started the process of pressing the flower petals.

"There's no shame in knowing a doctor, unless they're one of the sorts who believe bleeding cures everything despite what healers say. One that knows your world well likely isn't that kind." He has an issue with people claiming to know how to fix bodies and making things worse. Then again, he takes issue with more than a few types of people. "Though it might help you too know that if you've seen a twisted landscape in your dreams, with fogs and mists and misshapen creatures, you may well have seen the Fade. Dreams touch it, mages are all connected to it, and it's where spirits and demons tend to reside. The Veil is what separates us from it." There's a beat before he shrugs with a wry look. "Most of the time. When it's not being torn like an old garment."

[wontforgetyou]

"Ah, no, it's the Doctor. It's his name." Or what he calls himself, but it's close enough as far as Jamie's concerned. There is a difference, though, and when he says 'the', it's with a little more emphasis than he would have otherwise normally used. "And he's not exactly a healer, but he knows about healing. And not bleeding. He told me a long time ago that's not what you're supposed to be doing."

Which had seemed rather daft at the time, and then on top of that he'd gotten into the whole explanation about germs and how they weren't actually German and...well, it'd taken Jamie a while to catch on. He thinks he's gotten the idea now, though. Sort of. In a way. Close enough, at any rate. He shakes his head at the description, however, knowing that, at least, isn't anything he's ever experienced while sleeping. During his travels is a whole other story, though.

"Can't really say as I've seen that sort of thing in my dreams, no. I've been plenty of places with fogs and mists, and places I suppose you could say were twisted, but not in the same way you're saying. And I happen to know I was awake at the time anyway, so it couldnae have been the same place." It's his turn to shrug, giving Anders an equally wry look. "Although I have seen my fair share of beasties in this places too, so I think that we've not got anything like the Veil either. Unless it's gotten torn worse than the one here, of course."