Most of the healers are stretched too thin by the efforts to curb the sickness, but not all of them have a spirit crackling under their skin. It's Anders, then, that Cole goes to check on, in one of the moments where he's let himself rest.

Anders will drift out of his dream, away from the lullaby, to find that someone is still singing. The voice is breathy and frequently comes just shy of hitting the right note, but not so often that the song is unrecognizable.

Cole is sitting cross-legged at his side, softly singing in the language of the Anderfels.