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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.]