"He usually only hisses at Templars and Darkspawn. Or if you step on his tail." He was a rather sensitive cat, given to him by the hero of Ferelden, even if he didn't brag that part. His hand comes up to rub at the cat's ears, the tabby settling into the fluffy pauldrons and purring eventually, Anders hesitantly leaning his staff against the cave wall and sitting across from JW.

"I wasn't going to leave you...Though still, how you got all this way without dying is a mystery to me. Do you even know where you are?" His thoughts went back to the strange magic that had pulled him out in the first place and he considered the coils under him, how he tried to pull the shackle from his wrist, and if he stared long enough, he could tell that was the source of what ever felt so strange about him, or at least the main source. "What is that you're wearing?"