"I'm sorry," he whispers again. Anders has so few friends, and somehow he manages to fail them at every opportunity anyway. At least he can try to do better here and now, though. His free hand gently brushes hair away from Zevran's face before he loops it around the man's shoulders, holding him as he heals.

"Just know that you're not alone." It's important. "You've people here for you, and more waiting back at Skyhold."

He spreads his attention outward, away from the eye now, finding the places Zevran has been made vulnerable and mending steadily, slowly. There's days' worth of work ahead of him, but he's not going to let anything be undone if he can help it.