[For his part, Anders has taken to looking over the frozen body they've just moved, checking for any overt signs of... anything, he supposes. That blight. Some injury. Maybe a secret mage staff clutched in their arms that he can just steal, goddamn, it's getting so anonying—

It's all unproductive, but it's something to keep his hands busy, and he looks up only when the hanger hits the floor, mild surprise on his features. Ah-]

What are you talking about? If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done it when I walked in.

[He could still do it now, he supposes, if he wanted both of these frozen people to go up in a fireball at the same time. He generously does not voice that, ah, fun idea.]

I'm a healer. I am attempting, despite all odds, to offer you help with it. You're welcome to refuse, but I will find myself uncontrollably rolling my eyes about it if you do. Fair warning.