That was certainly a sight. Simon hadn't seen much of Detlef--of Anders since he was revealed to be the mage who...saying he 'ruined everything' felt like too strong of a phrase, but it was close enough. Since then he'd been given time for the revelation to sink in, and though he never knew him very well while he was calling himself Detlef, Simon found it disturbingly difficult to be as angry as he felt he should be. All the same he noticeably stiffened when Anders, along with Justice's bitter commentary, stepped into his tent and right up to him and then touched his brow.

That's my job was the first admittedly irrational thought that came into Simon's head. The mage blinked and felt himself pulling back, but not before Anders would be able to feel a marked rise in temperature.

In a back corner of the tent a pair of wisps watched silently. They, at least, had been much easier to ignore. Simon was having trouble keeping his gaze from shifting away from Anders and up towards the spirit who possessed him. The whole thing left Simon feeling inexplicably guilty, like he was being rude to the man who kicked off the mage rebellion by attacking Kirkwall's chantry.

"I've been taking something for the fever," Simon said, almost defensive.