Andraste's toelint. Why? Why would she want to speak with him? At least he can busy himself with continuing to clean up after the scout instead of simply looking at her. Next time he sees Varric, he needs to ask for help with his face, because bluffing is just not a thing he's good at.

"I've done what I can, as I think any spirit healer would." You need a certain amount of compassion to get into this anyway; spirits have a habit of knowing when someone's motivations aren't exactly in line with their own. Her follow up means he can't get too comfortable with the compliment, though. Future scouts he'll send to Adelaide, just in case this happens again. Provided he makes it though this.

Anders gently extricates Purrelden from behind the canisters, shushing her when she protests. "I've been a healer for some time. As long as I've been able. I don't think it exactly counts when you're sitting around in a Circle, no matter how many ribs you need to fix because a few fellow mages aren't fast enough to dodge the Templars who are in moods that day."

...He needs to make it milder, go easier. Holding his kitten and in one arm and rubbing her head with his free hand between small tasks help. "What, interested in learning?"