A cat just happens to show up where you are? I believe the blighted anti-mage rhetoric more than I believe that.

[Hawke's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. She'd known Anders for six long years. She'd fought with him, side-by-side, against templars and abominations alike. It had been her hand that had steadied him, pulling him back from the brink time and time again.]

[Never mind that three of those years had been spent in and out of each other's beds.]

[If she knew anything, after all these years, it was Anders. His sensitivities. His weaknesses. Above all, she knew when something was on his mind.]

Do you... remember anything? About...

[About what? Where did she even begin, when she could barely piece together her own memories.]