"Cold," he echoes, fitting that word into the space that comes from working this closely with Justice on injuries. People, especially the injured, needed to be warm, not cold. Anders splits his attention so he can grab one of the blankets from the corner and gently try to wrap it around her, moving slowly so the process of healing isn't interrupted. The blood spatter on his robes doesn't matter so much, nor does blood getting on the blanket itself. He's a healer. He knows how to deal with bloodstains.

"You're not fine. Don't argue with the healer." But he does need to keep her talking, or trying to do so, to lessen the risk of shock. Anders gently wipes some of the blood away from her mouth with a corner of the blanket, searching for topics that won't set Justice off. "How are the gardens?" There. That should do it.