"You..." The man's an idiot. Anders should have known from the way he'd let Cade wander about madly, but he'd been focused on keeping the one decent Templar alive. "Why is it always take away the magic? Why not, you know, assist? You think you've protected her from Pride, but you've left her vulnerable to others."

He's griping as he examines her and eases what he can. It helps with the stress to get after Norrington for doing this. "Without her magic, without the strength that comes from having it... Maker's breath. I don't know. And asleep she's even more vulnerable to anything that may come her way, but she needs the rest."

Anders steps away, mixing together a couple of potions before bringing the vial over and supporting her head enough to get it down her throat.

"Can you even see them?" It's a genuine, if frustrated, question.