Anders looks down, feeling guilty. There's no way he could have known she was a wolf, especially when isn't an elf, but the whole feeling of isolation is one he knows well. And he hadn't helped the other day. Though at the last she gets a glance up and a look of wry amusement.

"That's why we have so many healers. Mysterious item? Stick it on. Or hit it. Or chant at it. Mysterious creature? Attack it. The floor might be littered with traps? Charge in." And then the amusement fades. "I'm sorry, by the way. When you called yourself an outsider I wasn't... I wasn't as considerate as I should have been. I don't understand how you're a wolf," and he needs to stop being an asshole and feeling twinges of jealousy over Adelaide, "but if you'd like more friends and less isolation, I could be one. Granted, I'm not exactly a prize friend to have. At all. But at least I've never found something and stuck it on my finger right away."