For a few foggy blissful moments, Anders is out of the cells. The bars aren't keeping him back and he can take a full breath. And then he's hauled back in and still useless as people are being hurt, and the guilt and fear spike high enough that he almost wishes the crossfire was hitting him instead.

He's still stuck in that frame of mind when Merrill suddenly appears in front of him and hands over a potion like some sort of fairy of lyrium and blood magic. That brings more guilt due to their past and it's almost crushing. Almost. There's still enough presence of mind left to him to drink it down and summon a healing mist before Nate's then in front of him instead.

"I..." He needs to get out of the cell, but more importantly he needs to help the people who have helped him. Teren's closest. Velanna's stabbed. And triage is too complicated to get his mind around right now. "Help me to," Teren's closest, his mind helpfully resupplies. Less work for Nate. "Teren. She's right there."