[Hawke smooths his fingers over his forehead again and nods. Of course he'll help Anders up, if not carry him over his shoulder as far back to Kirkwall as he can get before he passes out from the strain. First, though, he answers Anders' question by holding up that small lump of smashed green herbs in a little piece of scrap paper.]
Yes. I've got some. I'm afraid this is the best I can do here.
[At least elfroot is fairly inoffensive-tasting by itself. The other herbs... sorry, Anders. Feel free to make fun of him for this later on.
He carefully helps Anders with the herbs, then kneels down and motions for him to loop his arms over his shoulders.]
no subject
Yes. I've got some. I'm afraid this is the best I can do here.
[At least elfroot is fairly inoffensive-tasting by itself. The other herbs... sorry, Anders. Feel free to make fun of him for this later on.
He carefully helps Anders with the herbs, then kneels down and motions for him to loop his arms over his shoulders.]
Here. You can lean on me all you need to.