[Anders can't honestly imagine a place without slums, and so— doesn't realize that someone else might be able to. Definitely, his "in the slums" description is perfectly clear.]

They kept eyes off of me, down there. It wasn't smiled upon to be a healer using magic, especially not to the city's undesirables.

[He makes a face there at the end, visibly bitter, but it fades as he clears his throat to again think about here and now, and this mattress thing.]

So! Shall we see if a healing gives you back some spring in your step?