He knows little about Asher. The grudge, certainly, that he has some friends, that too, but he hasn't bothered to learn more because it hasn't mattered. Now... Now, as the wound seeps and fever spikes, it matters a little.

"Would you like some water?" He's a healer here in these tents, first and foremost, despite all else. Anders has brought a cup over, already knowing the answer. Fever makes people thirsty, even near the end.

"Here." Voice calm, hands calm, he holds it up to Asher's lips in offering.