Bedraggled, perhaps - but ever what will I do if my healer catches a cold?

[He turns his gaze skyward again, dark clouds unrelenting in their downpour. He keeps the contact with Anders' hand, a part of him perhaps enjoying the contact - though he doesn't make any mention of it, nor does he do anything to indicate wanting it to end.]

Certainly can't have that, can we? I won't be having any adventures at all with you out of commission.