The don't seem to be, and hubbub in Darktown returns to normal as people clean up after the raid.

"What's happened? Is everyone all right?" Anders asks, walking up to Ilska.

Ilska shrugs still watching out into Darktown. "They...ended up chasing someone?"

"You don't think it was-" He can't say it.

"No," Ilska shakes her head. "They were long gone." Pauses. "It seemed. Odd though. Too...too lucky."

"You're not wrong there. Who would stick their neck out like that for a mage?"

"Don't like it," Ilska mutters darkly.

"I'll send someone to go enquire with with Lirene. Hopefully it was just a helpful bystander."

-Yeah, that doesn't look like it's reassuring Ilska. (She still doesn't really believe in people helping for nothing.)

Anders squeezes her shoulder. "We're safe, for now. That's what matters."

She leans into his touch. "Yeah, guess so."

Cia appears to lean against Anders other side.

He wraps arms around both of his kids (his kids), and holds them close. "We're gonna be okay."

Cia relaxes against him and smiles. "Yeah, we are. We got each other."

"We do," Anders says, and hugs them again.

Ilska grumbles a little, but it's almost definitely for show if the way she hugs him back is anything to go by.

"Come on, you two. Let's get back to work."

The Templars never do find them, but patrols increase and additional suspicious figures appear outside the clinic. 

A couple of days later, a weight-bearing wall collapses, crushing several Darktown residents. All of them are brought to the clinic, where Anders has been tirelessly healing every broken bone, punctured organ and bruise. 

Cia's right beside him, fairly adept as a healer in her own right by now.

Ilska's doing what she can to keep them from getting too overwhelmed.

Anders directs Cia to a few injuries only he and Justice can feel, but for the most part he knows he can trust em. Ey's proven herself time and time again under his tutelage. 

Ey takes the directions, knows that if Anders is telling em, it's there.

A woman steps into the door, looking around, as though she's looking for someone, or something.

"Are you sure this is the place?" she asks over her shoulder.

"I've had some people look into it, Hawke, this is definitely it," says a dwarf, coming in behind her.

"Do you need healing?" Ilska asks them bluntly.