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[doneisdone]

[She rolls her eyes, more from weariness than irritation.]

Because the longer you stay alive, the longer you're around to offer your aid, [Teren explains patiently,] so spare the gloom and doom and get to work. Yes?

[She's been filling packs according to his instructions, helping with the busywork and keeping everything organized and well-placed so there's no undue stress.]

One thing at a time. Right now we're doing this.

[justice_is_blond]

[One thing at a time. It never feels like there's time for that, but trying to do too many things does trip him up. Anders takes a shaky breath and starts shouldering the packs.]

After this... I have to find a way to protect my people, Teren. I know you don't, don't trust magic. Or mages. But will you help me? Please? You've seen more of the world, know more of politics...

[doneisdone]

I'm already helping you. [Her tone is curt as usual, but no moreso than necessary.] I don't know why you think I'd stop.

[justice_is_blond]

[He looks at her, a short pause in all the franticness. Never before has he wanted to hug her as much as he does in this moment. Her friendship is there. Completely. She's there.]

I... I don't know.

[It feels cheap in his mouth, and the exhaustion that he uses to justify it feels even more cheap.]

Because I'm not thinking right now.

[That feels a little closer to adequate as he leads the way out.]

Crystal

[justice_is_blond]

You want to go on a trip with me, don't you?

[doneisdone]

[a long pause. then, suspiciously:]

...............where

[justice_is_blond]

Somewhere fun. There may be demons to stab, supposedly there were last time, and who doesn't like demon stabbing?

[A short pause.]

Soldier's Peak.

[doneisdone]

[She's intrigued, but not ready to admit it.]

.......................why

[justice_is_blond]

Avernus was doing research into the Blight and I've a cure to figure out still.

[doneisdone]

Ah.

All right.

[justice_is_blond]

Thank you. I'll try to make sure you don't regret it.

crystal.

[byblow]

Do you think I miss our camp is a good reason to make everyone move into one building?

[doneisdone]

Well it'd certainly make my life easier. Perhaps the reason is you miss our camp and Warden von Skraedder is sick of chasing everyone down for their damn socks.

[byblow]

Or the reason is only that Warden von Skraedder is sick of chasing everyone down for their damn socks.

[ Because then no one can blame him for making them give up their cushy rooms, see? ]

[doneisdone]

Whatever you fancy. [They can blame her all they want, at least they can know with confidence that she won't give a shit.]

[byblow]

Oh-ho. Can I get that in writing?

[doneisdone]

You're welcome to write it yourself.

[byblow]

Fine. What... ever... I... fancy.

[ He's writing. ]

But you have to sign it, or no one will believe you said so.

[doneisdone]

[a groan, because he's still making her do work]

Keep it concise then.

[byblow]

Alistair can do whatever he fancies.

[ That's it. But— ]

Your signature is the same length no matter how long the rest of it is.

[doneisdone]

Too much cheek, now I shan't sign a thing.

Crystal

[justice_is_blond]

Teren? Teren, I heard you rode off? Are you all right?

[doneisdone]

[it takes her a while to respond. then, breathless, above the sound of a horse galloping full-tilt:]

Pike.

[justice_is_blond]

Pike,

[he echoes, trying to put that into context. Then it fits.]

Oh Maker. The invasion. Shit. Teren, I... Please be careful. If you can be.

[doneisdone]

I'll do what I must. [how reassuring]