Beleth hasn't stepped foot in the healing tents the entire time. She doesn't want to. It's not just out of stubbornness that she isn't that sick, it's quite simply--she doesn't want to get better. However, she needs help, and she needs someone who isn't going to A) discourage her B) attempt to throw her in jail C) accuse her of being a blood mage. She figures that out of the mages she knows, and the ones that aren't far too sick to be much help, Anders is the most likely candidate.

So she strolls up to him, sniffling and looking particularly pathetic, but there's a firmness in her eyes. When she reaches him, she's far blunter than usual. Dancing around topics are for the healthy and the energized.

"I'm going to try to talk to the spirits." She announces to him, arms crossed. "Can you watch me?"