He gives her an apologetic look at the mistake. It fades as she speaks, because there's only one reason someone asks that question. She's lost someone.

"Possibly, yes." Anders' voice is as gentle as the feathers on his shoulders. "Before you describe it, though, I do want you to know that there's no... There's no real comfort to be found in wondering if you could have found a healer in time, or wondering what you could have done differently. And please pull up a chair?" This won't be an easy conversation. Which has him looking over his shoulder and finding the volunteer.

"Maeva, I think Paedric was making some tea. Could you bring us some if there's any left?" The woman nods and heads to the backroom of the Clinic.