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"Just relax, you’re going to be fine and then you can hug me all you like." Hawke knelt down beside his friend, taking his arm and slinging it over his shoulders in order to help Anders to his feet. Holding him steady, he quickly glanced over the mage, checking him for injuries. "Are you alright? You have got to be more careful wandering around at night. I can’t always swoop in just in time, you know.”
Anders knew that if he so much as tried to chuckle, he'd only end up coughing. And that would send him into a world of hurt beyond what he was suffering from now. He could manage this, he knew that. No reason in taking that ability away from himself. “Thank you.” Grateful though he was to be helped, he was careful not lean on Hawke too much, trying to stand as much on his own two feet as his body would allow. Oh yeah, he'd be feeling this for a while.
“And here I thought I had found a new and effective way in which to get you to appear at my side instantly.”
“I feel like I am bruised all over, but that should be the worst of my injuries, I think. It's... ah, nothing I can't handle by myself. Unlike those thugs just now. So, thank you again. I owe you, Hawke”