Anders can't help the way he stares at the flames when they first appear. It's difficult to deny it like this, with fire flickering up in front of him, which should be burned Hawke as well. But like all magic, the caster can control it, and there is no doubt who is in control of this.
There is an instinct in Anders, though, overriding the shock and confusion, and he's acting now without even thinking about it. He looks around desperately, checking all directions - he's learned now, up and down as well - and casting around for an angry or determined face, for anyone turning towards them, heading in their direction. The Templars, he knows, are everywhere, and they never quite go off duty.
He's expecting to be grabbed and arrested any second now, and for the same to happen to Hawke as well.
"Is it safe?" he asks, quietly. It's a little late to ask that, after he already cast a spell himself. But his had been less obvious, just a light and some movement, easy to miss if you weren't looking, especially in such a brightly lit area as this. Fire spells were different, and you'd expect even regular people to react to that. They weren't used to people burning their own hands.
He reaches out to grab Hawke's elbow, pulling his arm down in the hope he'll release his spell. He's saving his confusion at this impossible situation for now - he'll figure out what's going on later. Fist, he has to make sure he's safe.
"You can't be so careless!" he says, still barely above a whisper. "Even if there are no Templars-" he can't see any yet, at least- "most people would be frightened."
Except that if this is the Fade, like he still wants to believe, then it truly makes no difference. And if it's an illusion made by magic, then whoever created it obviously isn't siding with the Templars. If it's like Hawke says, though, and it's neither, then he can't possibly know what to expect. And experience tells him to expect the very worst.
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There is an instinct in Anders, though, overriding the shock and confusion, and he's acting now without even thinking about it. He looks around desperately, checking all directions - he's learned now, up and down as well - and casting around for an angry or determined face, for anyone turning towards them, heading in their direction. The Templars, he knows, are everywhere, and they never quite go off duty.
He's expecting to be grabbed and arrested any second now, and for the same to happen to Hawke as well.
"Is it safe?" he asks, quietly. It's a little late to ask that, after he already cast a spell himself. But his had been less obvious, just a light and some movement, easy to miss if you weren't looking, especially in such a brightly lit area as this. Fire spells were different, and you'd expect even regular people to react to that. They weren't used to people burning their own hands.
He reaches out to grab Hawke's elbow, pulling his arm down in the hope he'll release his spell. He's saving his confusion at this impossible situation for now - he'll figure out what's going on later. Fist, he has to make sure he's safe.
"You can't be so careless!" he says, still barely above a whisper. "Even if there are no Templars-" he can't see any yet, at least- "most people would be frightened."
Except that if this is the Fade, like he still wants to believe, then it truly makes no difference. And if it's an illusion made by magic, then whoever created it obviously isn't siding with the Templars. If it's like Hawke says, though, and it's neither, then he can't possibly know what to expect. And experience tells him to expect the very worst.