"I'm fine, Anders," Alistair says, utterly undeterred, and, seeing something in his notes, slides back off the desk to cross the room and add another line to the map he's ruining. "Appreciate... the concern..." (distracted, while the line is being drawn) "—but you've done your healerly duty, nothing's your fault. You can go."
Maker's breath. But he's not going to tie the man down, so he'll have to try later. Anders gets off the desk with a sigh.
"In case you've not heard, everything is my fault, so I'll be back in a few hours to check on you again. Or," and he pauses for dramatic effect, "I'll ask Teren to come up here because you're ignoring your health. Maybe both."
And with the semi-threat made, Anders heads for the door.
"Grreat," Alistair drawls, because neither of those options sound fun, but whatever. He's on a mission, and he isn't going to invite Anders to stay and continue interrupting it.
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"In case you've not heard, everything is my fault, so I'll be back in a few hours to check on you again. Or," and he pauses for dramatic effect, "I'll ask Teren to come up here because you're ignoring your health. Maybe both."
And with the semi-threat made, Anders heads for the door.
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