"It helped me." He's stopped laughing now, and he's taking a good look at her. "Maker. You've really not changed at all, have you. I'm jealous."

Anders holds out a hand, not entirely sure she'll take it. She might rip it off. He'd meant what he'd said, though. Knowing that she hasn't changed means that there are some constants in this chaotic mess of a world.

"This has to have a story, the blood, those idiots. Tell it while we walk? Unless you're about to kill me, then talk very fast."