Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

After last night's bender, Edward had somehow managed to climb up several flights of stairs - only to forget which exact room he lived in. He'd stumbled into a couple of doors, then given up on the whole thing. The common room couches looked as comfortable as any bed, after all.

He'd somehow managed to procure a small blanket (or maybe it was a towel; towel was more likely) which he had yanked over his head. His coat, he'd dropped on his feet during the night when those had gotten cold.

And there he still laid now, snoring. Oh, sure, he'd woken up once or twice already, but the sheer cracking agony of his skull had made being awake seem very uninviting, and he was intent on avoiding it for as long as possible.

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[not_every_mage]

"Anytime," Anders said dryly, and knelt next to the couch with his hands outstretched and a blue buzz of light forming around them.

Healing took a certain delicate focus that was tricky to access at the moment, especially since he'd already taken advantage of his powers to heal himself. He closed his eyes, directing the spirit energy to Edward's head, stomach and throat and willing it to just work despite his current condition.

"Are you feeling anything?" he checked.

[doesnotkneel]

"Little tingly," Edward reported, "Don't want to throw up no more."

But going by how strangled he sounded, that was pretty much the extent of it.

[not_every_mage]

Anders directed one final push of power at Edward and sat back on his heels. "That's something," he said, sounding a bit disappointed. "Sorry, Edward. For some strange reason I'm not at my best. I'll try again once I've eaten."

[doesnotkneel]

"'s all right, mate," Edward mumbled. He waved a hand in Anders' direction. "Go. Feed. Leave me to wallow in my misery."

[not_every_mage]

"You're not half dramatic," Anders said, with an ease that came from being the less miserable of the two of them, and then wandered off to get more coffee.