“You know, if you ever fancy not having to escape from a horde of darkspawn I know an android in Detroit who would be very willing to grant you refuge.” Another one of those jokes that isn’t quite a joke. Unless you count the punchline of whether or not Chloe herself will have anywhere to go when - or if - she returns to her place and time.

With a warm, soft smile on her face, she looks contemplative. Perhaps a little hesitant. The reason for the latter reveals itself as she goes in for a real hug. “I did.” Two small words that say a lot. Not entirely guilt free, but she’s more at peace than when he found her. “Thank you, Anders. I hope I can do something for you one day.”