Circe hums her agreement and returns her attention to the...slate shaped thing in front of her?

"I'm gonna go check Deke doesn't need anything," Tana tells Anders. "If that's okay with you?"

"Please! I'm all right here. Got something to occupy me," Anders says smiling.

Tana smiles warmly at him, and leaves.

Anders finds a spot to settle down in, and gets to darning his jacket.

Circe is probably watching him, but she's doing a very good job of hiding it if she is.

How many times has Anders sat down to fix his jacket? Every sword wound, every time it ripped around a tree branch, or a clump of feathers had to be replaced-

Merrill and Varric used to make such fun of it. His heart clenches, and he can't help the wince it brings.

Circe starts humming quietly.

Anders, a little lost in his homesickness, starts to sway a little to Circe's humming.

She smiles, a small, secret smile, and her humming shifts to singing.

Anders doesn't look up, not wanting to stop the sound, but he's definitely paying attention. It's soothing, and a little sad, but he's sad himself.

She finishes the song, and goes back to the device in front of her.

Anders lays his sewing down for a moment to give her a small clap.

She smirks over at him. "Your turn."

Anders laughs. "Oh no, you're not getting a folk song out of me."

"Would you care to lay money on that?"

"Bad bet," Rex warns as he saunters in, "don't take it."

"Lady Luck has never favoured me, and I doubt she would now," Anders agrees with Rex, smiling as he comes in.

"We actually have a ship's rule 'don't bet with Circe'. Somehow we always lose, even when we win."

"Seems to be a running theme with ship's captains." Anders laughs.

"Rex, please tell me you didn't just wander away from the controls leaving us drifting?"

"...is that a bad thing? Drifting?"

"Depends. How do you feel about running into an underwater cliff?"

"Generally not fantastic."

"Relax, I'm not an idiot. Mak took over. Said he needed something to do."