I do not trust myself not to murder the next person I see who uses magic, so if you could refrain - [He breaks off with a growl, looking very pale and leaning to one side. Fenris just gives Anders a wretched, frustrated sort of look that is as close as he's probably ever come to saying please to the mage.
In his current state, exhausted and injured but also completely on-edge, he truly doesn't trust his muscle memory. Attacking Anders is one possibility, but worse is the chance that he might crumble. He's been healed with magic many times since coming to Kirkwall. It still rouses some unpleasantness, but he tolerates it for the sake of practicality (and for the sake of Hawke, who groaned loudly and smacked a palm over her face the first few times he refused).
But the blood magic brought a surge of memories with it, and every bone in his body screams that pain far worse than a few burns is coming next.]
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In his current state, exhausted and injured but also completely on-edge, he truly doesn't trust his muscle memory. Attacking Anders is one possibility, but worse is the chance that he might crumble. He's been healed with magic many times since coming to Kirkwall. It still rouses some unpleasantness, but he tolerates it for the sake of practicality (and for the sake of Hawke, who groaned loudly and smacked a palm over her face the first few times he refused).
But the blood magic brought a surge of memories with it, and every bone in his body screams that pain far worse than a few burns is coming next.]