"Here, here." There's no winning with keeping Teren put, but at least he can go see to Alistair and start figuring out what's gone wrong. Which is a lot. Anders' lips press together before he nods.

"This is going--" But then Teren's heading for Mishka and stabbing his hand and Anders is stuck staring for a few moments. That's cruel. As cruel as a lover stabbing you? No. But... He can feel Mercy's dismay and resolve, and he can't say he disagrees with her, despite how he understands hurting enough to do something like that.

"Teren." Anders' voice is quiet. "I can't fully heal you if we leave him like that. Mercy wants no part of it. I can still use my natural abilities, but it won't be spirit healing. I'm not judging you; it's out of my hands unless he gets a clean death. I'm sorry."

Justice would have been fine with it. Mercy can't be. He looks back to Kaisa. "Let's get Alistair in the carriage, and I'll get to work there."