For being an elf mage. She's been beaten for being an elf mage and he can feel Justice's fury as white noise in his ears. But she's also asking for confidence as a patient and that's one thing he works so hard to give. What justice means to her is her call. Not his. Justice thinks she's making a foolish decision, a weak one, but Justice isn't the one in charge here. Not right now.

Anders takes a slow breath, closing his eyes for a moment before he nods. Let Justice rail all he wants. Anders will avoid sleeping with anyone for a few days, get up earlier, all the little things that the spirit wants, and Justice will settle down, be appeased. More or less.

"All right," he finally says before reopening his eyes. "I'll tell no one." He won't even ask for a name that would lead to that man potentially never touching a mage again. "But let me heal you, and tell me you'll rest after. Here, or somewhere safe, where he can't find you again or you've someone to watch your back."

The breaks are mended; he starts to work on the lesser injuries. The man had done a number on her, and he could only hope the man soon met a bear. Or ten.