A deep sigh escapes Asher, some of the tension he's been holding finally leaving him as he closes his eyes. "Thank you, both of you. And...and whoever you're working with." After all, Asher isn't stupid, he knows healing, and he knows spirits, it would be rude not to thank the others involved in it especially when they're discussing spirits right now. For a few moments he lets them work in peace as he takes the time to breath and think, relaxing and doing a few breathing exercises he's picked over the years as he allows some of the tension to leave his body now the pain is starting to recede.

Blinking back into wakefulness with the world a little more in focus, he shrugs as much as he can without getting in their way. "Bad spirits. Disruptive ones wanting to start shit, maybe some of them are demons but I'm not a mage and I didn't grow up in the hold, I visited, and they came to see me. You need to woo a spirit - and don't laugh, I mean it, you need to do that sort of thing. The spirits protect the hold too, they help to drive off bad spirits as well, rage or gloom, things like that." He offers a smile, reaching for Christine's hand as he tries to catch her eye, unsure of how this is coming across when he's not in his right mind anyway. His mother's voice is loud in the back of his head, all those Chantry memories and sermons too. You have no place here, she'd told him, and he shakes himself, scrunching his eyes shut tight as he takes a steadying breath.