Oh. Well. Nathaniel wasn't offering to go with Anders, just to help him escape. He prays quietly to the Maker to never let it come to that. Now really isn't the time to go over the fine details of their contract.

A hand rubs up and down Anders' back. Maybe it's all his exposure to Bethany, but Nathaniel isn't minding the prolonged hug.

He gives a faint huff, though.

"The trophy room was where I used to hide when I was a boy. I used to imagine myself riding into battle in my father's armor, carrying my great-uncle's sword. Seeing it empty, I...sort of lost track of time."