Anders rolls his eyes at her grimace. Yes, his robes are a little wrinkled - he's been leaning against the table oddly as he works - but he's a healer and has returned to keeping himself meticulously clean. Just because he sounds Fereldan doesn't mean she needs to be making faces. He's distinctly not Fereldan. Then again, Chevalier. They probably take classes on how to make faces at people.

"Right." He takes the roll and unwraps it, reading carefully. "I take it you agree with them on the priorities? That this is the best path to take when it comes to your care?" It reads like it is. Anders simply wants a grasp of how opinionated a patient she's going to be.