[Grimly, Anders can't help but wonder if the frozen people bleed when they're broken open - but he doesn't want to know, not really, so he won't ask. There are only such depths of helplessness he can fall into in this stupid castle, and something as concrete as destroying the locals is bad enough on its own.

Instead he hums, turning away to fetch that same bowl of water. With a wave of his hand a flame blossoms to life at his fingertips, which he holds beneath the bowl.]

Give me a minute. I can take care of the cuts, too, when you're ready.

[Don't say something about the maniacs and the sand, do not... argh, alright,] This whole thing is an exercise in pointless misery. I wouldn't be surprised if that Oracle doesn't want anything to do with us, in the end.