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[SIGH]

At least it shouldn't be too difficult to put some meat on their bones. [UNLIKE CERTAIN PEOPLE THEY KNOW] This one seems happy enough to inhale whatever food is put in front of her, anyway.

[Hawke laughs, and picks Rose up to nuzzle at her face.] That's not just me, then? It's good to know they're not small because they're not eating. Because Rose here eats more than a dog her size really should. Yes you do.

[Now entering "Pet talk" territory.]

[He laughs]

Well, she is a growing puppy. Yes, and so are you! Yes you are.

[This last bit is directed at Pearl, obviously. It seems Fawke is in good company here.]

[Hawke isn't exactly sure she'd ever expected to hear that tone of voice coming from Garrett, but given that they share almost everything, with the exception of brain activity, perhaps, it shouldn't surprise her.

It does, just enough, that she chuckles, and sets Rose back in her lap.] How is Anders handling the new addition?

About as well as you'd expect, knowing Anders and his affection for dogs.

[Sigh. SIGH!!!]

You should see how hard she tries to make friends with him. It's sad.

He'll come around eventually. Who could really resist this face? [She squishes Rose's face to "prove" her point.] Cats don't put up with near as much. Who needs a mean old cat anyway?

...Well, that, or she's already learning that she wants what she can't have. They grow up so fast.

Anders, that's who. [He picks up Pearl and cradles her in his hands, rocking her onto her back. She stares up at him trustingly, her tiny wiggly body still for the moment.]

I hope they do. I'm half afraid I'll step on her and break her.

[Even as a puppy there was no worry of that with Champion]

They're too fast for that. [Though the idea gets a chuckle still.] And I'm fairly certain you'd never stop hearing about it.

[And, as if on cue, Rose seems to ~~squeak~~ bark in agreement.] See?

So far. [He'll likely always worry about this, okay? Dogs aren't meant to be this small!

When Rose barks (squeaks), Pearl starts to wiggle, so Hawke rocks her back upright and sets her gently on her feet, and she goes scampering off to see Rose, while Hawke chuckles quietly.]

Well, I'm glad someone's confident here, at least.

[ WELL this is not something he'd like to have to tell Hawke, but he feels responsible. So, in the midst of all this pirate nonsense, he shoots Hawke a quick text ]

We need to talk. Where are you?

[There's some delay before Hawke responds. He does like the convenience of the communication device, but that doesn't mean he's at all used to having it, yet.]

Out, but on my way back to the questionable luxury of my lodgings. Is everything alright?

I'll explain in person. Just meet me there as soon as you can.

[...Well that was ominous. But then, Hawke's got used to Nate's No-Fun attitude, so he doubts there's really much of anything to worry about. He won't delay on his way back to the Stowaway quarters, however.]

[ Nathaniel is already there, leaning on the wall just outside the door. He looks worse for the wear, to be honest, the quiver at his back bordering on empty. When he spots Hawke, the look on his face says he's sorry before he even opens his mouth. ]

[...Well, shit.]

Somehow I'm getting the feeling you didn't just want to drop in for tea.

[Maybe if he keeps the mood light and ignores the sudden gnawing sense of dread welling up in his stomach, whatever Nathaniel is about to say won't be so bad...!]

[ Nathaniel shakes his head, and, well, he's not one to beat around the bush, so... ]

The pirates have Anders, Hawke.

[Welp, that sudden gnawing of dread now feels like a full-on physical blow to the stomach, thanks Nathaniel!]

...You sure don't pull your punches, do you?

[It's a weak attempt at witticism, a reflex more than anything else, and it's obvious his heart's not in it (because his heart is busy trying to continue functioning despite feeling as though it has stopped).]

When and how? [And a very brief, considering pause - Nathaniel himself looks as though he's been through a warzone.] And are you alright?

I'm fine. Nothing a few bandages can't help.

[ He waves Hawke off dismissively- obviously he doesn't think it's important, even if he is bleeding in a few places ]

Anders and I were trying to make our way to the clinic. We were... overwhelmed. I'm sorry, Hawke. I really am. This is the second time this has happened. [ And now Nathaniel isn't even with him to make sure he's okay. ]

[He will side-eye Nathaniel at his assurance that he's fine, but will generally take his word for it. He's pretty sure Nate's the sort of guy who will speak up if he truly does need help.]

He seems to have a penchant for getting into trouble like this. Don't blame yourself, Nathaniel.

[Hawke sure doesn't. Anders can be pretty dumb about some things, as Hawke is very, very aware.]

[ He sort of does though. It's a nasty habit, probably comes from being a Howe. ]

I tried to track them as best I could, but their shuttles were heavily guarded. I don't know where they went after that.

Away from the Thor, I would imagine.

[Aaaaaand Hawke starts pacing]

Look, Nathaniel. Take care of your wounds and get some rest. I need to talk to Hawke.

I--- all right. But if you're planning a rescue, I want in.

As much as I hate to think about it, I doubt this is the kind of rescue that can be launched after a few hours or so of planning, so don't feel like you need to worry about being left behind.

[Implied: HAWKE WILL BE LOOKING FOR YOU SO YOU HAD BETTER GET RESTED UP REAL GOOD, SERAH.]

[It's early morning, or what passes for early morning on the ship, and Anders has actually dozed off a few times. He's also woken up every time Hawke has moved, but he's still been able to get a little bit rest, and he's feeling just a little bit better as well.

But by now, he's also starting to feel hungry. He checks the time: Hawke has been sleeping (on and off, granted) for over eight hours. But he'd been truly exhausted, as well, and he might need more. Anders frowns, and then tries to dislodge himself from Hawke's grip. If he can get to his pouch, there should be an energy bar in there.]

[[ooc: set after all this.]]

[Hawke could probably sleep for eight more hours, but a combination of worry (he's still half-convinced he'll wake up to find Anders gone), biology (he really did drink a lot last night), and motion (Anders seems to be ~~attempting to escape his deathgrip~~ moving about) wake him. Which is fine. Worrying about Anders and making sure he's okay is easier when he's awake, after all.]

Mmmph. Morning?

[It's half question, half salutation, as he shifts off Anders a bit to allow him to move more freely.]

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