"Templars, demons, or plague. Te top three most lethal things to a spirit healer- or so I was taught. Templars for failing, Demons for faltering, Plague simply due to exposure." She says, sitting, fevered and more than a little exposed to this rampant illness that courses through Skyhold. An answer must be found-

As soon as the thought coils, the shadow shifts. Leans in, quietly anticipatory of the moment she might drift- indistinct shape twisting into robes and broad shoulders, an angled jaw.

Another vulgar gesture with her free hand, another moment spent with her cheek pressed to Anders' shoulder. "Most spirits are not terribly nice, this is true. Kind? Yes. Nice? Not terribly. Compassion is more curious than kind, more intent than gentle. Heal the hurt, heal it now, you must, we must, we must. But even they do not much care for how Justice stepped in and acted the fool to your patients just now."

Why else were they back here?