[There's a couple of times Anders wants to put his foot down and just cast the damn healing magic on the stubborn fool of an elf, but the idea that it might end with his heart being forcibly removed from his chest stops him. When Fenris finally does admit defeat - in a way - and stop to rest, he can't help but give a sigh of relief.]

Finally, I thought you were going to see how long it took you to pass out so I could heal you with you being unconscious. If you wanted to take that route, I have herbs that would do the job better.

[Not that he imagines Fenris would ever agree to willingly being unconscious in the presence of a mage.]

Are you still not going to let me help you with magic?