She pets her hair. "Did you kick his arse?"

Tabs lifts her head, and in the moonlight, Anya can see a deep bruise around her left eye. "In the end? Yeah."

"Tabs! What the fuck!" She tries to keep her volume down. "I knew I should have come with you, Jesus-fucking-Christ."

"Yeah, apparently? Not an entire pushover."

So many snuggles. "Let's not do that again."

"Anya. This is our life now."

"Doesn't mean we have to do things alone. Even Hawke has a party."

"If there are things we can do without involving them, that's a plus. That's events that don't need to happen."

"I agree. But I am coming with you next time."

“Babe, I thought you’d already be asleep. You looked exhausted.”

"I could have stamina-ed myself up. This is important. You're important. And we very likely don't have save files. Can't reload if anything happens."

“I didn’t-“ Tabs’ voice falters. “I didn’t expect that to happen.”

So many hugs. "Now we know."

Tabs cuddles into her. “He’s fucking awful. He doesn’t care.”

"What did he say?"

“Nothing that he didn’t say in game. He’s selling mage kids to slavers because he’s addicted to lyrium.”

"There doesn't happen to be a cure for lyrium that we know because meta?"

“Weaning. It’s hard, and takes a long time. But you can get off it.”

"He doesn't seem the type to try."

“Considering Inquisition, no. He’s not.”

Anya sighs. "Want me to try and heal that? It looks really nasty already."

“Please. Anders can’t see me like this.”

"Don't want him to heal it himself?"

"That'd require an explanation of how it happened."

"Fair." She closes her eyes and tries to 'remember' how to use healing magic. Does she even know it?