"Use the ladder," Tana warns gently. "And watch your grip."

Heedless of her own advice, she drops down through the hatch.

Circe is watching Anders thoughtfully, leaning against one of the sharp spikes that protrudes from her ship's hull.

Anders, unable to help himself, probes Tana with healing magic. He can sense the disconnect through her spine. "I can fix that, you know. It might take a while, but enough magic could reconnect it."

Tana looks at him with a startled blink. Then she laughs. "It's fine, really." Pats the contraption she wears. "Fixed it myself."

"A healer's never looked at it? I don't mean a leech purveyor. A real healer. With magic?"

"-Oh, honey. Any healer I went to wrote me off as broken." Pauses. "I- don't know where you're from, but I think our magics are different. Even the temples wrote me off."

Anders frowned at that. "I know spirit healers are rare, but are they really that rare around here? Surely there was someone at a Circle somewhere who could've at least tried?"

She shakes her head sadly. "Maybe one of them fancy doctors the rich people can afford, but even with Circe's help that's far outta reach."

Deke reappears at that point carrying a pile of clothes. "Here," he thrusts them out to Anders. "Should fit you. Give or take."

Anders, still reeling from Tana's comments, takes the clothes. "Thank you," he says, then starts to undress.

"Uh, hey, showers are just along there, mate. I mean, sure if you're fine with this, just."

Anders stops, midway through pulling his shirt off. "Ah...sorry. Circle, and Wardens, neither had a lot of focus on privacy," he says apologetically, then follows the directions to the showers.

"I mean. We're pretty relaxed here, but like. We've all known each other for years. You've barely met us." She swipes her palm over a sensor to open the door. "Showers, take your time. Water's heated by cooling the engine, so it's in plentiful supply, don't worry."

"Thanks," he says, offering Tana a smile. He then ducks inside the showers, places the clothes carefully on the nearest flat surface, then falls to his knees, his breathing suddenly sharp and hard. His skin doesn't feel right, too tight and too itchy, his blood boiling in his skin. 

The room around him is cool and quiet, except for a humming thrum, that's been echoing through the entire ship.

Then he lets himself go, sobbing, and curling in on himself. Feeling utterly wretched and more alone than he's felt in years. What happened? He'd be grateful to even see Fenris at this point.

Time passes, and he doesn't feel it, but eventually he heals his broken mind enough to calm himself, and then changes into the dry clothes, hanging his jacket over his arm. It may be odd to feel attached to a piece of clothing, but he does towards this.

Eventually Tana knocks on the door. "Hey, you okay?" she calls through it.

Anders shoves the genuine part of him away. 

"'Course! As much as someone who doesn't know where they are can be," he jokes, then realises he has no idea how to open the door. "Quick question, what the void kind of dwarven machine is this?"

Tana laughs, and obviously does something to make the door open. "I'm not sure what you mean by dwarves, but you see this panel," she leans in and points. "That'll open any room you're allowed in."

Anders watches how she does it, and keeps it in mind for future. "Dwarves? Short people? Live underground, forging fantastical things?"

He noticeably holds his sodden, feathered jacket.

"-Underground doesn't mean short," Tana says, voice dark. "I don't really know anyone by that description."

She considers the jacket. "We can wash and repair that," she assures him. "I'll show you."

"...well, I suppose the Deep Roads don't extend everywhere. And I've heard that some dwarven cities don't extend this far."

Anders smiles softly, gratefully. "Thank you. It was a gift from a friend. It matters a lot."

He can't help the small pulse of healing energy he sends towards her.

Tana breathes in and out with that. "You don't have to do that," she assures him quietly. "But thank you. C'mon. I think Deke might've started on dinner."

"I'll never say no to a meal." Justice would've said Liar, despite the fact he was the cause for missed meals.

In any case, he follows Tana.

They make a brief stop at a laundry room, and Tana eyes his jacket thoughtfully before doing something arcane to the machine in front of her.

Then she leads him further through to the ward room.