They're not making progress against this fever... but they're not losing much ground anymore. Maybe that's because of the limited amount of people? Skyhold is large for a fortress, but that's about it. At this point they have to make progress.

He sits down to go through the notes again a couple of hours later, looking for what they're missing. It's here. The answer is here. They just have to look at it the right way, consider all of the information they have, and not get distracted by quite the pretty blond mage standing nearby for just a moment before vanishing. Anders frowns. That hadn't been a spirit, and there's no point in demons tempting him. He's possessed.

Shaking his head, he goes back to the notes only to hear Adelaide talking about wine, and a male voice answering her. If someone woke up to talk to her about wine... He gets up and heads in, only to feel the whole of the scene, her fear and her pride and her loss. Anders bends down and rests a hand on her shoulder, murmuring her name.

Their argument takes a different shape, now, with this. But he'd think she'd want a cure, a way to bring him back. Maybe she's afraid of more pain. He can't blame her for that.

"Adelaide," he says again. They're in so much danger while this fever is around, and it's not just from present-day things.