Anders doesn't spare the despairing look Hawke deserves with that comment. "You want it to scar? Aren't you happy enough with all the other ones you have? There's quite a few for a man still miraculously on his feet."

The Arishok's blade through a man's middle should kill him. It nearly had. Surely that was prize enough for his dumb lover. But apparently, it wasn't.

Anders gave a put upon sigh and shook his head. "No, I hadn't healed it yet. I've had to go slow, so I took care of what was actively bleeding first, that didn't fit the criteria. If you truly wish for me to leave it, I will." Because that's how much he loved Hawke...even with his silly whims.