#blushingcommandercullen

@blushingcommandercullen Anders, well, he never expected to be here - he supposes no one expected to be here, because who on all the Maker's blessed lands would've imagined that a magister-turned-darkspawn would rip a hole in the Fade, trying to kill everyone? They would've been mental! But here he is, leaning against a wall, studying a map of Thedas, listening to the three advisors speak, trying to ignore the way they likely wish he was dead and that literally anyone, even a nug, would've been better than him. But they're stuck with him, and he with them, so he makes the best of it - his brow is furrowed in concentration and when he makes a promise to consider what he's heard, he means it. On his way out from the war room and back through Skyhold's main hall, he notices someone is moving quickly up behind him, so he stops and looks over his shoulder, blinking. "Oh. Commander. How can I help you?" He had been hoping for a nap (he hadn't slept well in far too long, not with everything to be doing) before heading out but... well. That didn't look like it was going to happen. He crossed his arms and leaned on the one of the long tables, eyebrow quirked.