He didn't think it was anything too serious. He'd dealt with worse injuries, daggers a little too close to the base of his spine than he'd like, arrows that had missed a vital artery by inches, things like that. He didn't think a tiny Coterie dagger in his chest compared to any other injury he had endured.
But of course, trust the other man to blow things out of the water, fussing over him with quick, cool hands that glowed and shimmered a cobalt hue, numbing the area around the knife hilt, before grabbing it firmly and yanking it swiftly from his skin without any pain. Just an odd tugging sensation that made him huff a laugh. The other glanced up at him with wild amber eyes.
"Why are you laughing? This is no laughing situation."
Another dry chuckle, shaking his aching head and hitching himself up higher on the wall he was slumped against, gritting his teeth and rolling his topaz eyes. He raised a bloody hand and ran it over short blonde hair, the crimson staining the strands darker where he touched. He smirked.
"Maybe not for you. I just think it's funny how you always worry when I'm not even fatally wounded."
"Any wound is fatal! Infection could spread through your blood and make you sick! You don't want that, do you?"
"It's not like I could use a break. Being bed ridden for a few weeks does sound rather inviting."
"I'm serious!"
"I know you are, pet."
The slighter man wrinkled his nose, diverting his eyes back to the task on hand, slender fingers pressing around the oozing wound, magic emanating from his being, touch cool and soothing on his burning skin. He pulled the wound closed, leaning in and kissing his chest softly, over the wound. The flesh shuddered and flushed under his mouth, closing and scarring over in a small, jagged oval. They both heaved quiet sighs, the blonde sitting back on his calves and wiping away the blood that smeared over his jaw, looking away from the other as he fixed his vestments with a blush.
They remained sitting against that wall, leaning against each other, shoulders touching with their heads bumped together, letting to cool air swathe over their flushed skin, fingers tangled together. The blonde man shifted, crossing his legs, and the other man placed his free hand on his thigh,arching his neck and kissing his neck.
"Thank you, Anders. Where would I be without you?"
Anders snorted a laugh, glancing down at Hawke, smiling fondly, slinging an arm around his broad shoulders, dodging around his pointy spaulders.
"Dead in a ditch is where."
"I love you, too."