The first sort of magical healing he's received in the Inquisition that hasn't been a swiped poultice or potion (coin is left, or something equivalent in value) feels so different to Amalia that he's waiting for the punch. It gives him time to sit still so he doesn't mess up her work because that's rude (and Amalia would give him an actual punch, he doesn't fancy testing the waters with a stranger.)

Rules tend to be a very hazy thing to someone who was taught a strange version of the law that revolved around loopholes and breaking it and bending it or gaming the system but he did learn things. Mostly to not get arrested or to get out of being arrested or have hands cut off or something unpleasant.

"Did you not let go of your spirit when it was time? Augur taught us all that bit, said it was different to Circle mages here and how they do it, you all get possessed for a bit then you need to let it back out of you." He's butchering Gjurd's far more measured and eloquent words, what do you expect from a Kirkwall boy?