Well, that's certainly one way to end a problem. Although I think their leader deserved far worse even if it got him off the streets from the way it sounds. But...I'm sure you did your best Anders. I remember all those people you helped in Kirkwall, I'm sure they appreciated what you could do here.
[Though the way it's described, that even Anders, one of the best healers she knew (but would never admit to it) had trouble with it leaves her a little concerned. That, and the mention of 'most'. At least she'd missed the breakout of the illness and the resulting chaos, but something about it doesn't sit right with her and leaves her with a thoughtful frown.]
Think I should keep an eye out for any stragglers from their group about, or do you think anyone that might be left is hardly something to worry about?
[Though now that she has a clue, an image to go off of she'll keep it in mind anyway just in case. For her own sake you see, to have a better idea of what to look out for in a place so new and foreign to her.]
You've a clinic you say? [She brightens up a little at the mentioning of it. At least that was a happier topic for her to take on, and she gives a teasing grin in his direction.] Is it nicer than the one in Darktown? Any kittens around to help aid the ill to their recovery?
( Her words don't do much to stifle his own inner disappointment, but they are appreciated nonetheless. If he were in a bit of a better mood, Anders may have even attempted a smile, but the mention of the terrorists has his emotions weighing down heavily again. With seriousness, he tells her, )
It wouldn't hurt to keep your eyes peeled. Though if you ever come across any of them, though, you have to make sure that you kill them. They made no secret about the fact that they are going to try to do much worse in the future.
( Anders regrets not being able to take down any more of them than he was able to. He stares down at the water, at his own face frowning back at him, before hearing the teasing tone in Isabela's words and turning back toward her. )
The only cats we have around are strays. ( He admits, though he is suddenly blushing. ) It's not mine, though, it's by a woman named Lysa. She heals the poor and refugees for nothing, but she keeps her shop set up in the nicer part of town. It's almost like night and day compared to Darktown.
Only being honest for once. [And she looks at him with a playful smirk on her lips.] Don't get too used to it though, I figured I owed you a compliment from all the times you've patched me up.
[And gotten her out of hot water from all the various trouble she'd gotten into, and fixed mistakes made from a wild night of drinking too much. He might fuss too much over the Chantry and the templars for her liking, but it was without argument that he was a damned good healer.]
Do I look like someone who'd give terrorists the benefit of the doubt? I'm not nearly that forgiving. They'd meet the blade of my daggers before they even had a chance to think about running away.
[She laughs at that even with such a serious topic, because she'd pictured the scenario and when she want's to be she's a frighteningly good aim at tossing her blades. Her grin only grows when he looks back up at her and blushes, because when he isn't all doom and gloom he's pretty cute about things he likes.]
You say that like you haven't already adopted them in your mind's eye already. Please tell me you came up with names for them. [A chuckle, she refuses to believe he hasn't with his penchant for naming things.] Definitely sounds like a better setup for you, seems you've traded thieves and beggars for the upper class. Maybe I'll have to stop by and see it for myself sometime.
( There's no seriousness in his words, or in the soft chuckle that ends up following them. He knows that Isabela has a kinder heart than she likes to let on. He doesn't say it out loud, but his reaction should be enough to let her know that he doesn't believe anything she wants to say to the contrary.
He even manages a crinkly eyed smile when she promises to dispatch any of the terrorists she comes across. That makes him feel a whole lot better. Having Isabela around is beginning to make him feel that way about a lot things. )
Well, I don't know how else I'd be able to tell them apart. ( He admits, his head ducking down sheepishly to stare at the water. ) I'm sure I'll see you around sooner or later, though, what with your penchant for trouble and all.
( He's trying to sound stern, but he can't quite manage it. )
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[Though the way it's described, that even Anders, one of the best healers she knew (but would never admit to it) had trouble with it leaves her a little concerned. That, and the mention of 'most'. At least she'd missed the breakout of the illness and the resulting chaos, but something about it doesn't sit right with her and leaves her with a thoughtful frown.]
Think I should keep an eye out for any stragglers from their group about, or do you think anyone that might be left is hardly something to worry about?
[Though now that she has a clue, an image to go off of she'll keep it in mind anyway just in case. For her own sake you see, to have a better idea of what to look out for in a place so new and foreign to her.]
You've a clinic you say? [She brightens up a little at the mentioning of it. At least that was a happier topic for her to take on, and she gives a teasing grin in his direction.] Is it nicer than the one in Darktown? Any kittens around to help aid the ill to their recovery?
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( Her words don't do much to stifle his own inner disappointment, but they are appreciated nonetheless. If he were in a bit of a better mood, Anders may have even attempted a smile, but the mention of the terrorists has his emotions weighing down heavily again. With seriousness, he tells her, )
It wouldn't hurt to keep your eyes peeled. Though if you ever come across any of them, though, you have to make sure that you kill them. They made no secret about the fact that they are going to try to do much worse in the future.
( Anders regrets not being able to take down any more of them than he was able to. He stares down at the water, at his own face frowning back at him, before hearing the teasing tone in Isabela's words and turning back toward her. )
The only cats we have around are strays. ( He admits, though he is suddenly blushing. ) It's not mine, though, it's by a woman named Lysa. She heals the poor and refugees for nothing, but she keeps her shop set up in the nicer part of town. It's almost like night and day compared to Darktown.
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[And gotten her out of hot water from all the various trouble she'd gotten into, and fixed mistakes made from a wild night of drinking too much. He might fuss too much over the Chantry and the templars for her liking, but it was without argument that he was a damned good healer.]
Do I look like someone who'd give terrorists the benefit of the doubt? I'm not nearly that forgiving. They'd meet the blade of my daggers before they even had a chance to think about running away.
[She laughs at that even with such a serious topic, because she'd pictured the scenario and when she want's to be she's a frighteningly good aim at tossing her blades. Her grin only grows when he looks back up at her and blushes, because when he isn't all doom and gloom he's pretty cute about things he likes.]
You say that like you haven't already adopted them in your mind's eye already. Please tell me you came up with names for them. [A chuckle, she refuses to believe he hasn't with his penchant for naming things.] Definitely sounds like a better setup for you, seems you've traded thieves and beggars for the upper class. Maybe I'll have to stop by and see it for myself sometime.
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( There's no seriousness in his words, or in the soft chuckle that ends up following them. He knows that Isabela has a kinder heart than she likes to let on. He doesn't say it out loud, but his reaction should be enough to let her know that he doesn't believe anything she wants to say to the contrary.
He even manages a crinkly eyed smile when she promises to dispatch any of the terrorists she comes across. That makes him feel a whole lot better. Having Isabela around is beginning to make him feel that way about a lot things. )
Well, I don't know how else I'd be able to tell them apart. ( He admits, his head ducking down sheepishly to stare at the water. ) I'm sure I'll see you around sooner or later, though, what with your penchant for trouble and all.
( He's trying to sound stern, but he can't quite manage it. )