For once, Anders hadn't minded a moment of quiet. Usually, he can't help but fill any awkward (or pensive, or otherwise) silence that comes along, out of habit as much as for his own sanity. (He still isn't fond of the quiet.) But after that? It's impossible not to get a little lost in one's thoughts. Especially when it comes to next steps.
He practically blanches at hers (if he wasn't pale from that horrible encounter still, already), surprise cutting through the darker thoughts lurking in his expression. Also, the very uncannily similar ones.
"You can't go back out there alone," he insists, a touch incredulously. She's unarmed, and by her own profession, not exactly equipped for a fight otherwise. ...Not that he's rushing to volunteer himself, either. No matter what he was just thinking. Some foolish notions are best kept to oneself.
Not unlike his simply unparalleled - and priorly unrealized - desire to have someone call his magic amazing. Well, someone other than another mage, secretly desperate to convince themselves of the same. It's not a prevailing opinion in Thedas, outside those small circles. His expression contracts oddly, not quite a smile (too surprised) lurking under the surface, but at least that distasteful edge has mellowed out of it. "I suppose I'll take that as a compliment, in spite of how hard I've tried to be absolutely terrifying. It was all the handholding that ruined it, wasn't it?"
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He practically blanches at hers (if he wasn't pale from that horrible encounter still, already), surprise cutting through the darker thoughts lurking in his expression. Also, the very uncannily similar ones.
"You can't go back out there alone," he insists, a touch incredulously. She's unarmed, and by her own profession, not exactly equipped for a fight otherwise. ...Not that he's rushing to volunteer himself, either. No matter what he was just thinking. Some foolish notions are best kept to oneself.
Not unlike his simply unparalleled - and priorly unrealized - desire to have someone call his magic amazing. Well, someone other than another mage, secretly desperate to convince themselves of the same. It's not a prevailing opinion in Thedas, outside those small circles. His expression contracts oddly, not quite a smile (too surprised) lurking under the surface, but at least that distasteful edge has mellowed out of it. "I suppose I'll take that as a compliment, in spite of how hard I've tried to be absolutely terrifying. It was all the handholding that ruined it, wasn't it?"