"A moment, please." It's been a while since he'd last needed to be used to superiors coming in to ask after their people. Over a decade, in fact. He's unused to this. But it's something he's going to have to get used to - not stiffening when someone shows up behind him asking questions, maintaining his focus despite how he could be in danger, all of it.

After a couple of moments as he finishes up his initial work, Anders turns to see Leliana there. At least she's here for her scout and not for Anders. That's the only consolation, really.

"He'll live. I need to..." He nods at the table near here and crosses, pulling a few things out of jars and getting to work. "The infection's dealt with, the deeper tear is as well, but the poison's in his bloodstream. He's going to need to take a dose of what I'm making twice daily. And, like most things that are good for you, it will taste awful."

His voice is pitched enough so that the scout can hear him as well. He might as well be efficient with notifying them both of what's going on. "He'll need to be off-duty for at least a week, and I'd like him in here again at the end of that to take another look. Should he start hallucinating, or his leg fall off, bring him in sooner." There's a short beat as he looks up from what he's doing for a moment. "The leg falling off is a joke, his limbs will be fine."