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[bryces_pup]

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IC Catch-all Inbox for Riona at driftfleet. Be sure to mention the method in your subject line. A time frame/reference would be swell, too.

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[apurrstate]

[His wince holds sympathy as he looks to see her poor armor.]

Well, it kept you alive and that's what ultimately matters.

[He could fix mortal wounds, but he couldn't fix death.

Tendrils of light blue healing magic reach to her and wrap around her like soothingly cool ribbons and work on stitching Riona back together. It wouldn't be a perfect job, much of Anders' mana had gone to trying to defend the Twins and then to the invading raiders, but it would be enough to put her gingerly back on her feet.]

As your healer, I'm going to have to ask that you stop going into fights without proper healing abilities backing you up. You're simply a wreck without them.

[He's joking, but he hopes it gets a smile out of her.]

[bryces_pup]

I suppose. That was the armor Alistair commissioned for me, before I left for Amaranthine.

[Sigh. And now it's ruined. Riona knows he'd be glad it kept her alive, but she still feels awful about it.]

Well, find me another you or something and I'll be dandy.

[apurrstate]

[He scoffed.]

Be careful what you wish for, there's two Hawkes, I wouldn't put it past this place to start bringing in more doubles.

Perhaps the other me wouldn't be as charming or, who knows, might be a blood mage.

[Slowly, his magic faded and the soft blue light died out.]

Don't do anything strenuous, it'll still be tender a while and you could hurt yourself doing too much too soon. That said, I deem you 'in one piece' which is an improvement.

[bryces_pup]

Perish such a thought. An Anders that uses blood magic or isn't delightfully charming? Never.

[She sat up a bit straighter, now that the wound wasn't paining her as much.]

Yes sir. Beverly has me on bed rest so I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

[apurrstate]

Good.

[He smiles briefly at her, his hand going to squeeze her arm affectionately before pulling away again.]

Now, if you'll excuse me, Commander, I have a Hawke to track down and heal.

[He'd specify by saying 'the one that isn't mine' but, really, they were both his as long as he was the only Anders in the fleet.]