un-shit-yourself:

A lot can happen in ten years; cities can fall, Hawke’s beard can develop strands of grey, and kittens can grow into giant, cranky bastards.

“Well this is just unfair. I swear to you, he never lets anyone hold him, not even me,” Mahariel complains, watching Anders nuzzle a surprisingly docile Pounce as the beast purrs loudly, gently kneading paws the size of sovereigns against the mage’s thin tunic. 

“It’s because he missed me and he loves me, yes you do, don’t you?” Anders cooed, smiling into Pounce’s orange fur, not minding that it would stick to his damp cheeks out of relief that his cat hadn’t forgotten him after all this time. “I missed you, too.”