There's a flash of pain in Anders' expression as he stops where he is. Slowly, carefully, he holds his hands out, palms up, not glowing and empty. All of his attention is on the boy; he can't really pay attention to the movements around him right now.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. If you hurt in places, or if you're ill, I can make that better. I won't cause you pain." His voice is calm, level, the same voice he'd use with an injured cat. "Will you please let me look at you?"

Maker, what's been done to the boy? Did they claim to be some sort of healers? He'll likely know the answer to the first one sooner than the other, and he has a feeling it's not going to be a happy answer.