[Anders stirs and opens his eyes slowly. He felt like he'd been drifting, partially asleep and partially awake and everything timeless around him. Even now, with opened eyes, he felt slightly disconnected from the world around him and he struggled to respond to Hawke's words.]
All right. [He said quietly.] Can you help me up? I don't know how well I'll manage on my own.
[He rather suspected that on his own he would simply fall over, or forget why it was important that he keep moving and simply stop and sit down again, neither of which would bode well for his chances.]
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All right. [He said quietly.] Can you help me up? I don't know how well I'll manage on my own.
[He rather suspected that on his own he would simply fall over, or forget why it was important that he keep moving and simply stop and sit down again, neither of which would bode well for his chances.]
Any luck with the herbs?