James stopped in his tracks, green eyes focusing on the man in front of him. His jaw tightened, his hand went to ward the mage called Anders off -- when Merrill passed out, and his attention was immediately shifted to her. He caught her before she fell, then cradled her gently up onto the table.

Only then did he bother to shoot a poisonous look to Anders, but he knew how good the mage was. He had saved Alayre's life. Surely he would do no less from a companion from his past.

"I kept a Pride demon from taking her over through her weakened state in the Fade." Came his crisp reply, something that would have had more weight if he didn't suddenly waver himself, as another rush of lyrium ran through his system and he felt the singing pound in his ears.

"...She is without magical protection. We have to keep her safe." He muttered, putting one hand to his forehead.