He's stepped out of the healing tent to work a kink out of his neck. The last patient had been a difficult one, infection deep set into the wound, and he needs the air. Anders is not exactly sure that he needs the sight of a certain face, though. If only he could believe he's worked himself so hard that he's hallucinating...

"What, get tired of locking everyone up in Kirkwall and thought there had to be more opportunities elsewhere?" It's more tired than it is biting. He's more tired than anything, and wondering what seeing her here means.