Burning it from his blood. That only sounds slightly lethal. Maker is he glad she's not offering.

"I don't think it's spread much," he says slowly, continuing to heal. "It's always a danger, certainly, and..."

Anders trails off, frowning. "Or it may have opportunity to, actually. The Grey Wardens in the Anderfels are busy with matters that aren't fighting Darkspawn right now, which means no one's in the Deep Roads keeping an eye on matters there. It could be getting worse up north." Up home.