"Well... that could have gone better." Felicia mused to herself under her breath as she fretted about the outcome of Anders' 'rescue' quest. It had been a trap – his friend had been made Tranquil. She shuddered. Somehow seeing the friend of a friend being made Tranquil... It made the danger all the more real.

...Since when did Anders suddenly become a friend? Before she could carry on with this train of thought, Gamlen's nasally pitched voice interrupted her.

"Stop your daughter from pacing, Leandra, or I'll feed her to the rats!"

"We have rats? Gamlen, you told me you had taken care of those!"

"...Balls."

Felicia left Mother and Gamlen to sort out their differences (and rats) with the aid of Fluffy the Mabari. Carver hated the dog's name with a vengeance, but Bethany and Felicia had always found it funny, while Mother and Father looked on with silent (although loving) exasperation.

Father... How she missed him. At least Bethany and Father were at peace with the Maker now. He had been a good father, no-one could accuse him of being otherwise. One day he had just caught a chill, gone to bed telling his family he'd sleep it off... And he never woke up. Felicia and Bethany had both tried to heal him, but to no avail. He had passed away, leaving his children heartbroken, and Mother... Well Mother had been shattered. It had taken three years to coax her out of her shell again... Only to have it all ruined by the nug-humping Blight, to steal a phrase from Varric...

Fellah looked up to find to her surprise she was at Anders' clinic – her feet seemed to have just taken her there.

I suppose I still need to get those maps off him. Well, might as well do it now.

She made sure to knock this time, as she didn't want a repeat of the first time they met. They had not mentioned that first meeting again, although Felicia wondered about the coldness on her arm that still niggled at her. She snapped her attention to Anders, who was apparently closing up the clinic for lunch.

"Anders, could I have a word?" He jumped slightly, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't.

"...Felicia? What are you... Ah, the maps. I'll get them for you... Damn where did I put the Blight-Buggered things?" Anders was obviously very distressed, and Felicia felt a stab of sympathy to this poor mage. Then she remembered the devastating blue of hugely destructive magic Anders had let loose in the Chantry, and decided he could more than look after himself.

Still...

He looked so sad.

She walked up to him tentatively, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Anders, I know what you must be going through right now, to lose a friend like that. It must be..." Anders shrugged her hand off his shoulder, and glared at her.

"I highly doubt you do know what I'm going through. Karl was... my first. I thought I loved him, at one point. I still did, a little bit. When I see templars now, things that have always outraged me, but I could never do anything about... It makes my blood boil. And..."

Felicia was vaguely aware of Anders saying something about abominations, spirits of Justice being trapped outside the Fade, and how he fit into the two categories rather neatly. Suddenly, however, things seemed to have all clicked into place.

Karl had been his first... Then he was like her. She had never met a man like her before. Maybe this was the reason why she wasn't afraid of him, he had absolutely no interest in her!

Smiling deeply, Fellah decided she was safe enough with this Warden, and proceeded to do what she did to the few people that she felt safe with that had always got her in trouble with Issa – shamelessly and meaninglessly flirt with them.

"So that explains your whole sexy tortured look, then?" Anders blinked at her, seemingly confused.

"...I must obviously learn to check a looking glass more often."