"Poison." He feels like he's listening to himself talk from a distance. "I helped him, I..."

That is probably not what she means. It is also only barely her business. He straightens up, eyes refocusing, and looks a bit more like a man who now has five years' seniority over her instead of only a few months.

"We need to move him so I can clean the house." His skin on the bedposts. On the floor. It might spread. No one who isn't a Warden is going in there with him. "We can take him to the barricade. One of the mages can keep him cold until Anders comes back."