“In these vials, right?” Tabs points at the small glass vials lined up.

“...how am I being bullied into this?”

“Probably because you have a thing for being bossed around.”

Anders laughs. “The opposite, actually.”

Tabs raises the ladle threateningly to him, then, grinning. “Then I forbid you from letting us help!”

Anya searches around for another ladle and then shoos him. "Go be useful somewhere else. We've got this."

"Hang on, this is my bloody clinic, you can't shoo me!"

"And yet, here we are."

"All right, fine, help if you must!" Anders' smile is fond, if a little concerned. "What about some lessons in Ander? So it feels like I'm at least bossing you around just as much."

"I can talk and bottle at the same time!"

Taking Ander is still such a trip. Especially since it comes so naturally.

Anders frowns, concentrating. "No, didn't get that. Again?"

Anya repeats herself, going a little slower. "I've never actually taught anyone a language before. Stop me if you don't recognise certain words."

"Relearning's harder. I know I know the words, but they aren't quite..." Anders thinks for a minute, then smiles, a little unsure. "They don't quite click."

"That's good. I kinda feel like I'm cheating here. The language is burned into my brain, I don't think I could get rid of it even if I wanted to." She pauses and then repeats that in Ander.

"Why would you want to forget any language?" Anders replies, haltingly.

"I wouldn't, really. But even if I did, I doubt I could."

"Well, for my benefit, I'm glad you can remember it."

Tabs, while completely ignorant of what they're saying, enjoys the way the language sounds.

"I'm happy to help. Especially since you're helping me and my lofty and probably unattainable ambitions of making the world a better place." She pauses and explains 'lofty', 'unattainable' and 'ambitions' in Common.

"Lofty isn't unworthy. I think it's a nice thought, and I would hope you could succeed."

He sighs, and looks out the front of the clinic. "In the meantime, I think you've more than paid back the smallest bit of teaching I gave you."

"We'll see you tomorrow? You don't actually have to teach me every day, but we would really like to help out here."

"That's kind, but you really don't have to. I get help from the other Ferelden refugees. I'm sure you'll want to focus on whatever brought you here?"

"Well, running away brought us here. Suppose we might like to help out a noble cause? If only to pass the time."

Anders smiles. "I'm cursed with overbearingly kind friends, it seems."

"Super unbearable. You'll never shake us. Terrible."