[He knows the feeling of wanting it to all be over all too well, and the look he gives the elf is pained before Anders presses his temple to Zevran's. At least he's feeling better. There is this. Anders exhales and doesn't press the matter.]

Exactly. She's fantastic, but her pride is a broken thing. It would have come across to her as mocking no matter how we phrased it, and as she's finally joining the Warden group campfires some evenings instead of sticking to her own I don't want to do anything to threaten that. It's hard to start reaching out when... mm.

[There's a pause as he looks from one to the other. The conversation is far too heavy. Anders gives them both a squeeze and then releases them, moving to pull off his pauldrons and bracers and set them to the side.]

I think this conversation would go all the better with me on my back. As with many things. And I expect to be in the middle.