He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all... but he prefers it to other options. There's no trusting the Roostmaster, not when she's refusing to listen to her own man, but at least the wounded are being gotten out and he can hear that they have better numbers than he'd thought. It might not all go wrong.

Anders straightens from the Warden and nods. "Shall we walk into the trap? Something this complex would take a great deal of care, after all. It would be a shame to waste that effort. Especially if it's a gift from Tevinter."

There's no disguising the dryness of his voice. Why had she been carrying a basket? Why is she running around alone? And are the reinforcements really for them, or are they for the Tevinter?

"Trabent, was it? Please do move the injured. And then, perhaps, seek us out and shine a little light into this darkness? Some of us are Wardens, all of us are going in blind. That means we're far less helpful than we could be. Unless you want to send one of your men with us who can tell us more of what's coming on. We'll take that."

Calm comes from the entirely unjustified relief he's feeling, and with that, clarity. That, and Justice is focused and ready to take on more demons. Thinking is always easier when they agree on a purpose.