"We wouldn't think that at all."

"Whats she said. I'm just kinda shy sometimes and tend to be kinda ramble-y. Also, I haven't slept in... a while. So I'm probably kinda manic."

Anders seems to relax at that. "I get the not-sleeping thing. Hard to feel safe here. Hang on, I can-" His hands glow blue, and he steps a little closer to Anya. 

Anya Does Not Eep and blinks at him instead. "Go ahead."

He gives her a quick smile. His magic rushes through her, and she can feel tension in her body melting away, and some of her fatigue washes away. "It's not a sleep replacement, but it helps with the relaxing side of getting to sleep. And-" 

He heads to a small cupboard, grabs a few leaves, and puts them in a small hessian-looking bag. He hands this to Anya. "Steep this for about five minutes, and drink it just before you try and sleep."

"Thank you. In the Circle," (well, in the Real World), "I took a bunch of things to manage, but since... leaving. Not so much."

"Do you remember what? I can try and duplicate it, or get as close to it as possible."

"I never made anything myself. They made it for me and I never was allowed to learn."

Allowed isn't the right word. Rather: she's not a pharmacist and has no idea what is in her meds.

"Of course they didn't," Anders spits. "Keeps you dependant on them, keeps you chained without them doing physically. It's just one of the-" He stops himself, takes a deep breath, and when he opens his eyes again, smiles apologetically. "Sorry. Varric tells me I'm not going to make any friends if I start off by yelling at them."

"You're not really yelling at us. Just the ever-lurking, dystopian overlords that make our lives suck. We're yelling too, don't worry."

"Feels a little like yelling into the Void, sometimes. People come to me for help, then turn around and say I'd be better off in the Circle." 

Anders rubs his hands together, seemingly still trying to calm himself down. "You wanted to learn some healing? I think I heard that in your ramble."

"That was the basis of the ramble, yeah. I'd really appreciate it. I want to be able to help and I'm very not a person that can do the whole fighting thing. Apparently I'm a pacifist in this world. Who knew?"

"Well, as a healer, I very much approve. As a Warden, however-" 

Anders looks down at Tabs' feet. "How's that toe?"

"Hurts like a motherfucker!"

"I'd usually recommend shoes, but somehow I think that's not going to stop you from injuring yourself."

"You would be absolutely correct. Plus, shoes suck. Too bulky."

Never mind that she wears Doc Martens in Real Life.

"I'll take your word for it," Anders laughs. "Can you hop up onto a cot for me? Or do you need a hand?"

She nearly chances it and asks him to carry her, before she remembers she's in armour, and he's as skinny as her wrist. She pulls an big pained look instead. "I think I can endure." 

She hobbles dramatically to the nearest cot, and flops onto it.

Anders turns to Anya, smiling at Tabs' antics. "The toe we can fix, but the dramatics, those are terminal."

"Better put her out of her misery, doc. It'll only get worse."

"Oi!"

Anders laughs, and something in him changes, as he goes back into 'healer mode'. "How much healing have you done, Anya?"

She pokes at her backstory some more.

She was shown to have some natural talent in healing, but the Templars were wary about letting her heal anyone. Her training was mostly theoretical, with some practice on her tutor.

She explains. "I'm full of book learnin' and can heal some minor cuts and burns. My teacher wasn't really keen on going any further than that, understandably, and the Templars pushed back on anything else too."