"Feels a little like yelling into the Void, sometimes. People come to me for help, then turn around and say I'd be better off in the Circle." 

Anders rubs his hands together, seemingly still trying to calm himself down. "You wanted to learn some healing? I think I heard that in your ramble."

"That was the basis of the ramble, yeah. I'd really appreciate it. I want to be able to help and I'm very not a person that can do the whole fighting thing. Apparently I'm a pacifist in this world. Who knew?"

"Well, as a healer, I very much approve. As a Warden, however-" 

Anders looks down at Tabs' feet. "How's that toe?"

"Hurts like a motherfucker!"

"I'd usually recommend shoes, but somehow I think that's not going to stop you from injuring yourself."

"You would be absolutely correct. Plus, shoes suck. Too bulky."

Never mind that she wears Doc Martens in Real Life.

"I'll take your word for it," Anders laughs. "Can you hop up onto a cot for me? Or do you need a hand?"

She nearly chances it and asks him to carry her, before she remembers she's in armour, and he's as skinny as her wrist. She pulls an big pained look instead. "I think I can endure." 

She hobbles dramatically to the nearest cot, and flops onto it.

Anders turns to Anya, smiling at Tabs' antics. "The toe we can fix, but the dramatics, those are terminal."

"Better put her out of her misery, doc. It'll only get worse."

"Oi!"

Anders laughs, and something in him changes, as he goes back into 'healer mode'. "How much healing have you done, Anya?"

She pokes at her backstory some more.

She was shown to have some natural talent in healing, but the Templars were wary about letting her heal anyone. Her training was mostly theoretical, with some practice on her tutor.

She explains. "I'm full of book learnin' and can heal some minor cuts and burns. My teacher wasn't really keen on going any further than that, understandably, and the Templars pushed back on anything else too."

Anders' jaw tightens, but he holds back on saying anything on that matter. 

"All right, so you know the theory. Healing magic requires you to open yourself to someone else, to understand their body. It's a strange thing, but you do get used to it." 

His hands glow blue as he holds them above Tabs' foot. "Seems to be just some bruising, a little jarred. Here, you try."

She follows his example and reaches out with that strange new appendage-like feeling - magic. Her hands light up in a soft purple, nearly blue colour. Lavender, maybe.

"Good. Reach out with it, beyond your body. Find where the pain is, and where to unravel it."

She closes her eyes and does as he instructs. Reaching out to Tabs with her magic and searching for her pain.

It's... surprisingly easy and weirdly a familiar feeling. She finds the source and reaches out to it with her magic. Once she's done that the next step is obvious. Her magic nearly does it automatically, so she lets it. Easing the hurt and - unravelling it. Huh.

Just like when she fixed Tabs' eye. "You're a natural!"

Anders keeps his own magic handy, monitoring her, but has a small smile. "She is. All that theory was good for something."

"Who knew that reading can get you somewhere? Alert the press."

"How's the toe feeling?" 

Tabs lifts her foot, flexes and points it, and then uses her freshly healed toe to boop Anya's nose. "Yeah, I think it's back to normal. Unless you guys put some kind of magic power in it?"

She bats the foot away and sits on it.

"Could make up a dancing spell and finally you'll have some grace."