#scribble tag

KEIR: [pauses in the doorway] Sebastian.

ANDERS: Is that so unlikely?

KEIR: Coming from you?

ANDERS: Well. As much as I hate to admit he’s of any use, he’s Elthina’s. Meredith would hesitate, if it came to it.

KEIR: I’m not headed for a fight.

ANDERS: Oh, no, just the Gallows. No need for me to worry, right?

KEIR: [affectionate] I’ll take him.

ANDERS: Thank you. I love you.

KEIR: You know how I feel about getting him out of the Chantry. Doing him a favour. [feels something is being left unsaid, not sure what] You keep writing and we both know I’ll be home safe before you look up and realise I’m gone.

ANDERS: I think I’m finished with the writing, for now.

KEIR: Heading to the clinic?

ANDERS: …

KEIR: Anders?

ANDERS: The real work has to be done sometime, right?

KEIR: Don’t burn yourself out.

ANDERS: [non-committal hum] I’ll see you when it’s over, love. Speaking of which, aren’t you going to be late?

KEIR: [glances at the sun through the window, realises the time] Oh, Maker’s bloody mercy— [Leans over, presses a very quick kiss to the greying hair at Anders’ temple, grabs his weapons, starts to leave, talks fast as he goes.] Eat something, for my blighted sake, and tell the Darktown lads from me, they walk you home or they never fucking walk again, I’ll swear to it—

ANDERS: Hawke—

KEIR: [already gone, shouts as he leaves the hall] Bodahn, make sure he eats!

BODAHN: [from a distance] Yes, messere!

[The front door slams.]