[My healer. Hawke's healer. Sure, it isn't like there are people lining up for the title, but there's a slight possessiveness there that makes Anders feel a tiny bit warmer despite the wet all around.]

You'd scold me, no doubt. Or send your mother to do so. And threaten me with being sat on by the dog. If I'm entirely unlucky, have the dog sit on me while Bodahn force-feeds me soup. I'd like to pass on that. If I'm to be force-fed something, I'd like it to be by someone attractive so I get to be distracted while I'm miserable.

[Anders looks up too, shifting against the tree to see and using the excuse to slide his thumb along the side of Hawke's hand.]

I'm sure you'll make do without me. You did before you met me, after all. But I can assure you I've no intentions of winding up out of commission. I don't do well with resting and taking time off.