The past moments Anders had shared with his mother went through his mind in the moments he spent kneeling. The multiple times she tried to 'divine' any information to her sons future always came back with the same image. It was something both his father and other siblings found to be a bit unnecessary. Fate in their eyes was uncontrollable even if you saw what was to come, and in many ways it was. For Anders though he always had a soft spot for his mothers beliefs. She was a beautiful woman and her spirit was hopefully resting easily now that she was gone.<br/><br/>The words Alianor spoke pulled him from the thought though, and he stood slowly. Looking from Galneak to her as he did. The expression she held was firm from what he could tell, likely in response to Galneaks assistance in leaving their ally behind. It was a situation he could understand from both sides and it tore at his morality. Galneak was right, if they needed to return to the monastery with urgent information, leaving the ally for speed and ease were the best option. Alianor spoke from a compassionate view though, believing in their friends ability to recover.<br/><br/>As Alianor and Galneak had their moment of argument, each side standing tall on their position in the statement, Anders watched quietly not believing it his place to interject. The both of them were strong willed people from what he could tell, which was something that was needed in the world they lived in if they wanted to survive. Alianor removed herself from the building then. Her words stuck to his ears like honey as she asked for help, the feeling of her hand on his arm warming his skin at the touch.<br/><br/>Galneak spoke when she was clear of the room, and Anders was set in his decision to help her. Though his opinion might bring the ire of Galneak he knew it was the best decision in the moment. The next words that hit his ears surprised him though. Sympathy perhaps. "Thank you. It will be something I think about on the way. I do not know where my place is in this world in the long term, but if your friend does recover I will see this job through regardless." His words firm as he spoke them before walking to the door.<br/><br/>"I can tell she is young in her decisions, but I don't think either of us can fault her for the intentions of helping a friend. Its honorable even if lacking foresight for survival. You can't fault her for having compassion." The last words were said as he took the steps from the open stable towards Alianor as she walked towards the General Goods store. Anders stepped up beside her, keeping his eyes on the path ahead as he spoke. "I want you to know my stance on this. Helping your friend is a noble thing to do, and it shows your humanity. But I believe Galneak also spoke true. I think you should understand his side of things as well." he said before moving into the General good store with her.<br/><br/>The inside was empty, aside from the gruff man behind the counter. Anders walked beside Alianor, letting her lead them in the direction of  their friend that was in need of healing. The path was short, the store room turned into a makeshift infirmary was low lit with a small oil lantern in the back. Anders turned up the flame as they entered to see better, and the figure on the makeshift cot did not look to be doing good. Shallow breaths with what sounded like partially obstructed airways gave way to choking coughs. The mans veins were visible through his skin as they almost appeared blackened.<br/><br/>Anders was no doctor, even less a healer. In the moment he was good for one thing and that was his physical capability. Moving over to the mans side, he put his arms beneath his body in an attempt to carry him. The figure was in little armor thankfully, which helped the process. Anders was unsure if it was due to the mans current condition but he felt lighter than he should have been, the possibility of emaciated and atrophied muscles were a possibility. He motioned to Alianor for the exit so he could carry him through the door.<br/><br/>The lack of medical skill he possessed was not enough to make him see this man and worry about his chances of survival though. Making the journey to the next town for an alchemist would be on a very tight time constraint. The figure he held was barely responsive to Alianor when she tried to speak with him. Anders kept his lips tight on the subject though, not believing his words would do any good other than upset the woman.<br/><br/>The walk from the goods store felt three times as far with the additional weight, but stepping back into the stables, the wagon was left unattended for the moment. Galneak was likely seeing to Alianors request of retrieving a horse. Anders did his best to respectfully place the man in cart, his body fitting between the items that were fastened in. The makeshift bedding that was used in the infirmary space would do good to prevent him from getting jostled. Anders stood from the man though and looked to Alianor. Her face was one that he couldn't read.<br/><br/>Anders knew the woman somehow had been important. Why else would fate push for them to meet ? She was beautiful though, something he had found himself thinking each time he looked. His eyes averted quickly to flush the thought out as Galneak stepped into the open stable door.<br/><br/>"Good, lets get moving before it's to late... Alianor keep your eye on Dravin. Anders, since you are on a solo horse ride ahead of us and scout." Galneak said letting his eyes rest on Alianor. The look giving her the impression that it should be enough distance for her to try healing without giving away she was a priestess to Anders.