He sits down next to her at the fire, watching her take care of her blade for a while as he slowly sips an ale for the sole reason that it seems cleaner than the water here. It takes that time for him to find words.

"I'm sorry," Anders finally opens with. "I made a bad call." It had been based on desperate hope and not logistics, and that's not how a call should be made. There's a reason he's glad he's fourth in line for leading the Wardens and not further up.