A few weeks away, and the city of Kirkwall feels brand new.
Karl takes in a deep breath as they cross back into Lowtown, and even the sour notes in the air can't dull his happiness. He was free, and going to be reunited with the man he loves for the last time, because after this nothing will part them.
Anders makes sure all the patients are comfortable, and then joins in with moving things.
Karl writes a quick note to Lirene, and sends it with one of the young kids that help out around the clinic.
It won't actually take them that long to move their things - Anders wasn't wrong, they don't have all that much.
“There’s two closed off rooms, and one up these stairs. We could divide part of this room with a curtain.”
"Hm. Yeah. Either for the washroom, or one of the closed off rooms should be the washroom..."
“We’ll use the smaller room as the washroom,” Anders says, inspecting it. “The upstairs room can be Ilska, Cia and Blaise’s. Karl and I will take this room down here, so we can be close to the clinic.”
“Knowing her, I don’t think she’d mind that at all. Though you’d be some spectacle for the citizens of Hightown.”
Karl places a hand on Blaise’s shoulder, trying to be comforting. “You know where I am if you need some quiet.”
“Cia and I’ll start warding the place. Ilska? You wanna make sure the upstairs room is all right?”
“I’ll head back to the clinic, make sure things are all right.” He kisses Anders goodbye.
“Of course, you’re always welcome to come with me.” Karl gently squeezes his shoulder once more, and leads the way back to the clinic.
Lirene, the refugees and some of Anders' clinic helpers come back down with furniture, which consists of enough beds for everyone, some things for the washroom, and a worn but serviceable chaise. Anders sends each piece to its designated area, and makes sure all the helpers have food as thanks.
Ilska hovers, keeping an eye on everyone, and pitching in where an extra set of hands could be used.
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