Anders laughs quietly and shakes his head. What was he going to do with such a spirited lover? Trail after him and follow his whims like the devoted fool he's been for years, he supposed.

He began cleaning up the supplies he'd been keeping around to heal while his magic couldn't. The worst was patched up and the rest could come as his mana did now.

"There was some excitement while you were in prison. A dragon. Sorry you had to miss it." Only he wasn't really sorry at all, having one Hawke rush in with her stupidity was enough, both of them would have been catastrophic and Anders doubted he'd have been half as helpful as he'd been if they'd both been there. Besides, it was just one more chance had at Hawke getting himself killed and Anders wanted to limit those as much as possible.

But he was obligated to tell Adalwolfe; his lover's fondness for the awful creatures was surely lost on no one.