"Carver, it's all right. I do." 

Isabela crouches near Anya's hiding place. "Hi, sweet thing. Hawke's magic is pretty frightening the first time you see it, huh?"

She doesn't really parse the words. Does she have blood on her clothes? Jesus fuck.

"I uh - they're dead?"

"Of course they are, sweet thing. They're not gonna hurt you anymore."

Not the issue! Well, maybe a little of the issue but - aaaa.

"I just -- they're dead. I've never -" She can't get the words out over the lump in her chest that is filled with panic and revulsion and terror.

“Never seen a dead being?”

“Anya,” Carver says gently, kneeling in front of her.

"I'm sorry. This is stupid and I'm not used to this. This isn't my life."

This is not Isabela’s field, but running back to Hawke and dragging him indoors doesn’t feel right. 

Instead she sits back, letting Carver handle it.

Carver takes Anya’s hand. “Shut your eyes. I’ll take you back to Merrill’s.”

She let's out a frustrated sigh and closes her eyes. "M'sorry."

Carver gently takes Anya’s hands, and pulls her upright. Once she is, he wraps his arm around Anya and leads her back to Merrill’s. 

“I’ll catch up with you later, Garrett,” he calls behind them. 

Garrett looks at Bela. "Drink?"

“Parched.” She loops her arm in his. 

Anya let's herself be lead. "Feel like an idiot."

“You may feel like one, but you’re not one. I know idiots, and they don’t look like you.”

"What do your idiots usually look like?"

“You’ve seen Garrett.”

"He's kind of hard to miss. Large hairy guy that thinks he's hilarious?"

“Epitome of an idiot. The biggest idiot around.”

"I guess I can never get to his level."

“Maker, why would you want to?”

“Anya?” 

Footsteps running towards her. 

"Anya needs Tabs hugs, please."

Tabs hugs activated. 

“What happened?”

“Carta attacked her for doing the right thing. Usual Carta fuck assery. She said she hadn’t seen a dead body before.”