There's wounds being aggravated by Zevran's movements, by the grief wracking his body, and Anders casts as he holds him tight, easing what's pulling and simply being there as the Elf clings to him. A couple know that he'd spent a year in solitary confinement, but Zevran is now the only living person save Anders to know so much of that story. The fact that the Elf can let go enough to weep makes laying himself bare like that worth it.

He hums quietly, an Anders lullaby he's long forgotten the words to, the only thing he remembers of his mother's voice. It's always comforted him. Maybe it will help Zevran too. At the very least he knows that being here, holding and healing, will.

Life is pain. Life is suffering and struggling and running and trying so hard to live just one more day. It's something Justice will never understand. It's something he knows Zevran gets.

"I'm here," he whispers at the end of the tune. "And I can stay here for a while if you'd like. As long as you'd like, even." He's not on guard rotation because he's using all he has to heal Zevran and the others, and he's grateful for the break. "I've nowhere I'd rather be, mein Freund."