She watches how he moves - stiff with pain, and gently chides herself. She knows enough healing magic to be a battlefield medic, so he'll have to see Anders for the worst of it. However ...

A faint snort as she muttered, going through the small satchel at her hip, "Yes, I know the motto. I'd prefer if your sacrifices came with less death, thank you."

She took up his tin cup, and then a small bottle of restorative potion, pouring it within, before handing it back to him. "This should help with the pain. And ... only if you're up to it."

Let's see, finding something amusing, ah-hah. "You must promise never to tell Marian when we see her again - but Anders taught me to flirt."