Anders grabs a basin as she begins to look ill and offers it out in case. The tea arrives moments later and one chipped mug is set in front of her, the other in front of him, before Maeva walks back away. Working in the Clinic does not mean one gets used to gore, or wants to hear about it, simply that they can deal with it.

"There is nothing that could have been done," Anders says quietly. The description is clear. "A skilled healer can deal with the airway cut, or the artery there, or the vein, or the spinal column, one of those, but when all four are severed in one blow there is nothing that can be done by anyone." Save possession, but he's not going to say that. It's not a viable alternative. He would know.

"She was gone. And quickly, too. Once the..." He should probably not go too detailed. "She would not have been in pain long at all, a brief moment." The comfort is small, barely anything at all. Nearly negligible. But it's not non-existent.

"I'm sorry for your loss, lack of suffering notwithstanding."