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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[howcanihelp]

[ She was surrounded by people older than her in the Wardens, especially once she got to Vigil's Keep. She might not be a healer, but she soothed her fair share of stiff joints, especially on the road. She's used to paying attention to things like that. ]

Oh, it's all right. [ she glances at the candle, then back at him with a crooked smile, pushing herself to her feet.

She favors the left one, just slightly. ]

I wanted-- the last time we spoke, on the network, I was-- I didn't want to be thoughtless or cruel, and I think I was, a bit. You deserve better from me than that, I was just... bristly, I suppose. Or maybe overprotective.

[serves]

[Of course she'd bring that up. It was too much to hope that it'd be forgotten.]

Think nothing of it. I may have reacted a little strongly myself. [Did he give the impression he'd kill Anders if he so much as looked at him the wrong way? Oops. He's calmed down since then, and trusts Jove to have things under control in regards to what the man may or may not do.]

[howcanihelp]

[ Probably best to trust Jove. Steffa is... perhaps overly protective and trusting in her people, sometimes, even when she means the best. ]

Such things happen, when emotions are involved.

[ She hesitates, then offers her hand ] Friends? Or, not enemies, at any rate?

[serves]

[He still thinks she and others would see Anders in an entirely different light had they been present in Kirkwall, but he wouldn't wish that day on anyone.

Cullen gently shakes her hand. No, they'd never be enemies, but making friends with ghosts from his past? Strange, but he's not about to say so.]

Friends sounds about right.

[howcanihelp]

[ She probably would.

But even knowing what he will (?) do wouldn't do it - she'd have to have been there, or have at least seen the aftermath.

Maybe her future self has lost faith in Anders. But that's not something she can say. ]

Good. Maker, it's strange seeing you so old.

[serves]

[Cullen can't help but chuckle a little.]

I'm about twice your age, yes.

[When did he get so old?]