Someone tell the smol not to take naps in Darktown

[cubone_i_guess]

Because that's exactly what he decided to do when Anders wasn't in the clinic to be forced to eat. So, there's a Pan curled up and lightly snoring in a corner. Good thing he started carrying a blanket in that messenger bag!

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[avisionofhawke]

And guess who wandered in, also thinking to make the feather mage eat? That's right, Aisling Hawke. So in she walked with a container of food, only to find there was not actually a mage there - at least, as far as she could see.

[cubone_i_guess]

Zzz...

The room was a bit chilly for Kirkwall, even Darktown. It didn't take a great leap of logic to pin the blame on whatever was under that lump of frosted blanket. Probably whoever was attached to that curly mop of hair peeking out.

[avisionofhawke]

Hawke approached cautiously, because small lump meant small cause - probably small mage. And if her childhood had taught her anything, it was that before small mages knew how to control their magic, pain was a definite possibility.

She was very careful about pulling back the frosted blanket, glad for the protection her gauntlets provided.

[cubone_i_guess]

Pan didn't wake up, though he did curl up tighter and give a small, sleepy frown. He was shivering, but that was hardly a surprise.

[avisionofhawke]

Oh. Tiny mage was Pan. Well, that definitely explained why he and Anders spent so much time with each other. He looked like he was having a nightmare, so he was probably being pestered by demons.

Damn.

Hawke reached out a finger to tentatively prod him, hoping he would wake up and not blast her to the Void with an unintentional spell.

[cubone_i_guess]

The good news is there was no blasting. A few vines of frost threaded up the leather of her gauntlets, but nothing painful or dramatic. The bad news is he didn't respond more than a small, unhappy noise.

[avisionofhawke]

"Pan." She shook her hand, trying to dislodge the frost before poking him again. Maker, there had to be a better way than this...

[cubone_i_guess]

"Mn."

[avisionofhawke]

"Pan, wake up. You're having a nightmare. Wake up, would you? And don't blast me to the Maker's side, if it's all the same to you." She prodded him again, frowning. He was harder to wake than Carver after combat lessons.

Okay, ow. Why did she have to think about that...? Now she missed her little brother. At least he got to see their father again, though. Papa wouldn't be lonely now...

[cubone_i_guess]

He frowned deeper and curled up tighter before his expression went slack. Frost and ice spread a few more inches away, and he didn't manage to relax completely. All in all, not the best job at playing possum he's ever done, but probably not the worst.