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you can't tell me what to do 8I
Nicely done.
[Despite her misgivings, it certainly sounds like genuine praise.
(With all those points spent on cunning and coercion, it had better.)It doesn't look like the Darkspawn had anything worth taking, so there's no point sticking around any longer.]We should get out of here before anything else tries to fillet us.
don't u talk back to me missy
The sooner we're out of here, the better I'll feel! Isn't that right, Ser Pounce a lot?
[He cuddles the cat as the make their way out, a spring in his step. His cuddling of the cat may be, well, shielding... He's still curious about what he just saw, after all. Poking at the cat's whiskers, he has a pensive look on his face. Their other companions don't seem to have noticed his discreet talking to the feline.]
Who's a good kitty? You are! Yes, you are! Now are you going to tell me about that thing you did back there?
you're not my real dad!!!
She falls to the back as they walk; bow out under the guise of holding up the rear, but there's other things on her mind. Especially as she overhears Anders talking to the cat. That certainly doesn't do a lot to convince her everything here is fine.]
What did he do back there?
young lady you will respect me!!
Wh-What? Ser Pounce a lot? He...gave the biggest purr I've ever heard! That's right! Must have been glad not to have been left to the genlocks. [Pounce takes that moment to meow defiantly.]
never!!! in fact this reply took so long because i'm a rebel and not because i forgot at all
You don't have to tell me, but please don't lie to me.
sooo sorry for the late! wait, no i'm not because i'm a rebel. (wait, yes i am.)
Oh, fine. Have it your way. But you... You'll think I'm crazy.
[He almost looks ashamed, the way he looks away and cradles Ser Pounce-a-lot in his arms, assuring his cat he did no wrong. Anybody else would just think he's anxious, but a sharp eye like the Commander's would know him for guilty. He's hiding something and of course it's for his beloved cat, the one thing Anders believes he'll lay his life down for.]
apostates these days :I what won't they rebel against
[Despite her worry, she smiles an easy smile at Anders. Hoping it'll put him a little at ease.]
I already think you're crazy, Anders. You don't need to worry.
one day i will not be late...
Promise me you won't put him down.
[He waits for her promise before giving her a determined nod, stepping closer, and angling the cat toward her. The cat's pupils are blown as he looks from human to elf, but otherwise seems the same as usual.]
It's Pounce. He... I think he saved us all.
we can start a "chronically late" club and then show up late to the meetings
[She reaches out and brushes a hand over his head, peering curiously at the cat's eyes. But it's not like she can see into his soul or anything, and mostly Pounce just looks like a cat. A slightly confused cat, if anything. And if he's possessed, it certainly wouldn't make sense to save everyone, would it?]
[Lyna pulls a face. What to do, what to do.]
Are you sure it wasn't you?
[He is a healer, after all. It would make some kind of sense.]
i will be vice-chair of this club only because i will not be around often enough to be chair
[His tone is a bit sharp but this is Pounce's (and his!) reputation on the line. He won't have anybody insulting him or his cat, even if it is the Warden-Commander. He shields Pounce away from her, huddling him as if a treasure of his own though his face told a different story.]
It's a joke, of course.
[This time he sounds hurt, and his shielding away of his cat is proof enough. He tucks Pounce easily enough into his robes. Here Mahariel had been the only one he trusted, but now he felt ridiculous.]