Just a bit of voicetesting and pestering this muse

[uhitwasntme]

You're not funny in the least.

This is a very serious matter, so I don't like being called out of Darktown just to... Entertain you or.. something.

... Anyways, I'm not going to some bubble or tower or... Wherever else you said.

No questions, I'm just not going.

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[uhitwasntme]

You must unnerve them, then. If i ask how you approach them, part of me expects you to say you run full tilt and try to chase them down.

[That would more explain just why there are more cats than expected. Not that Anders minds. He adores the fluffy company. She could always visit him on personal business too. That would make him smile.

At the mention of her splinter, there's a sigh and he holds out his hand so she can let him examine it.]

Let me see it.

[questionablewit]

Do not. I lure them in. With milk. And string. And then when I approach them they claw me and run away. It's downright depressing.

[Of course, she does smell like dog. That might be part of it.

She holds out her hand. There's not a splinter. She just wants him to hold her hand. And he fell for it. Gotcha.]

Actually, you have a lot in common with those cats.

[uhitwasntme]

You must be cursed, then.

[said more jokingly than not. It is quite depressing that someone as beautiful as Hawke is rejected by his favorite animal.

And how could you trick a healer like that? Naughty.

But Anders is still looking for this splinter, folding her hand over then back again.]

If anything, it took a long while for me to get Kirkwall cats to like me.

[questionablewit]

Mm, maybe. [Her fingers close around his.] But I meant more the way you push me away if I get too close, no matter how nice I am to you.

[Yep, whole conversation revealed as Giant Metaphor For Their Non-Relationship. Hawke's not good with cats, but she's good with traps.]

[uhitwasntme]

[trap triggered!

Anders is staring and looking rather lost? Though he did make a somewhat rude habit of rebuffing her attempts to get closer, he did that to most other people as a general rule. He was an ex-Grey Warden Apostate Healer, not exactly the best person to be seen with.]

I simply don't want you to get hurt, or lose what you've gained because of me.

[He certainly doesn't remove his hands, no, because this feels nice.]

[questionablewit]

[Catching Anders' hand in a trap is much better than catching bandits. She rubs her thumb along his fingers.]

You don't trust me to take care of myself? I think I'm insulted.

[She's clearly teasing. Or reassuring. Or both.]

[uhitwasntme]

I'm certain you are, though you get yourself banged up enough to convince me otherwise.

[questionablewit]

Well then. If you do hurt me, you can heal me afterwards.

[She brings their joined hands to her mouth and kisses his fingers, holding his gaze all the while]

[uhitwasntme]

[His face goes a bit red and he tries to think of what to say.]

I'll heal all that I can, then.