Cia is at his side in an instant. "Here," ey says quietly.

“All right, lay your hand just above the ankle,” Anders says, and shows em how to realign the muscles and soothe the ache. 

Cia’s presence calms him somewhat, having the distraction of teaching em enough to turn his mind away from the dire scenarios he kept dreaming up. He should’ve just stormed the Gallows and- No! Anders squints, trying to stop the flood of spirit energy through him. 

Cia focuses, but takes a moment to squeeze his forearm, nearly as in tune with his moods as ey is with Ilska's.

Ilska glances back from where she's leaning in the doorway of the clinic, eyes concerned.

“Thank you,” he murmurs to Cia, shaking his head to clear it somewhat. “How’s she looking?” He sends a quick pulse through the injured ankle, and finds that Cia has done it perfectly. 

“You’re gonna be just fine, Clara,” Anders says to the woman. 

"Yeah, and I think we're done for the day," Cia says quietly to Anders. "You're not completely here."

Cia's right, all the patients have been healed and the ones who are staying for observation are resting. Anders smiles at Cia and nods. "I'll get started on making the poultices, I think."

Cia smiles a little. "Want a hand?"

Anders wraps an arm around em and squeezes. "How did I live without you?" He says.

"A lot less fabulously," Cia teases happily.

Ilska's watching them fondly, a slight smile on her face.

"Oh, there was a hole in my life, for sure," Anders laughs. 

He heads over to the space they have clear for making potions, and starts Cia off on grinding a few bits of plant while he fills a cauldron by summoning ice and then melting it. "We're going to need to head to Sundermount soon, running low on everything," he mutters.

Ilska perks up a little at that. As comfortable as she's gotten here in the clinic, she still likes leaving the city.

The door opens at that point, admitting a slim elf, who does not, immediately, seem in need of healing. But could perhaps use several good nights worth of sleep.

"Well, break's over," Anders says, nudging Cia. He heads over to the elf, ready to help. 

"We're closed," Ilska is trying (quietly, she knows Anders, and she worries).

"I'm not here for healing," the elf says. "I'm looking for Anders."

"Ilska, we don't close, we help everyone," Anders chides gently, but he's more fondly amused than anything else. "I'm Anders. Is everything all right?"

"You need rest as well," Ilska protests mildly.

"I have message for you. Of a private nature."

Mage Underground, Anders thinks. He nods. "Come with me." 

He leads her towards the study/bedroom.

She follows on silent feet.

Ilska silently asks Anders if he wants someone else with him.

Anders catches the look, and nods towards the door.

Keep watch for Templars.

She nods sharply.