Circe looks up from her meal, and nods to the seats free at the table.

Anders watches what she does to the machine, wondering what it is and hoping that he can duplicate it, before following through to the room. 

He takes the seat nodded at him by Circe, the old itch of defying rule making it hard, but the sensible part of him taking control as he realises he's not in his element here. Until he learns how to get home, this is his normal.

Tana sits next to him, releasing herself from the device that helps her walk, and using upper body strength to shift herself into the seat.

Deke slides bowls of stew towards them. "We need to go ashore for supplies soon," he points out.

"I'll chart it," Circe assures. "Figure we could all use some downtime anyway."

Anders hovers over Tana, seeing if she needs his help, but quickly settles at seeing her settle herself. 

At Circe's words, he looks up. "Please, let me know if you need help. I need to find out how far I am from home, anyhow."

"You can come look at the maps with me later," she says, and it's not so much an offer as an order. "Maybe we just call things differently."

The relief in Anders' face is palpable. "That would make a lot of sense, actually. Who knows what other people call Thedas?"

"Exactly," Circe agrees.

A teenager appears in the door to the room, but freezes when he spots Anders.

Anders knows that look. That's the look of a new Circle mage. 

"Hey!" He says cheerfully, trying to seem nonthreatening. 

"Shard picked him up while we were surfacing," Circe says. "Anders, Mako, Mako, Anders."

Mako nods cautiously, and slinks to the seat beside Circe.

Circe takes another spoonful of stew, before speaking, definitely aimed at Anders. "Hurt him and I tear your heart out."

"I'm a healer, unhurter by trade," he says, but he understands what Circe is saying.

Hawke's little group became his family. If anyone hurt them, he would respond with fire. He respects anyone that would do the same.

That gets him a smile, and a nod of respect. "Eat your stew. Deke hasn't poisoned us yet."

He looks to the teenager first. "You should've seen me. I was strung up like a fish. You guys got me good!"

Then he tries the stew, casting a quick spell to detect human remains.

No human remains, and Deke clearly notices him doing it, and is at least a little offended.

Mako smirks a little into his own stew.

Anders notices Deke's look, and grins impishly. "Can't blame a man for being careful!"

"See, Circ, this is what happens when you scare people."

"It seemed appropriate at the time," Circe drawls. "You and Tana were the ones who made the jokes about catching him like some prize game."

"To be fair, I was dangling there like prime meat, my poor coat aside."

"Your poor coat will be fine. Even if you aren't a seamstress, I am."

"By the way, Tana, I'm telling your wife you tried to blow my ship up."