early morning

Lana had been limiting her magic use, realizing not long after the incident near Denerim that something was dreadfully wrong. Something that even Voracity could not discern the cause - or cure.

While the wound itself had closed and the black had begun to recede, there were still lasting, lingering effects. Trial and error, over and over. She just wanted her magic fixed, wanted the freedom of casting again. Without harming herself, or others. It was bad enough she was certain she'd caused some level of harm to Anders.

But Anders was the one person she felt certain could help with her troubles. Or, at least, would have far more ideas as a healer than she ever would.

So she'd set out to go see him, leaving the day's duties to Connor as she often did. With so many other wardens around to support, he'd have little to no issue. They respected him just as sure as they respected her, of that Lana was confident.

Anders, however, was not at the Peak when she arrived. Someone among the aerie pointed the direction he'd gone with Fred and off she went again. Spotting the clearing wasn't too challenging, and she had Garuda land a short distance away so as not to spook man nor beast.

I'd prefer wine, if you have it. She replied with a chuckle, making her presence known. It took her little time to close the distance and plop down beside him with a smile. How are you faring, love?

@Anders