[A baby. An elven baby, no less, and combined with pale hair there is no question as to who the father is, not when Zevran looks like this.]
It'll be all right.
[Anders sets down his emergency satchel, going over to the infant and gently picking him up, sending the lightest tendrils of creation magic inward. There's nothing wrong except a little inflammation, which tells Anders everything. Anders gives Zevran a small smile and keeps his voice low and calm, much as he would with any worried caretaker of an infant.]
It's hiccups, Zevran. He's just got a little air... I can ease it.
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It'll be all right.
[Anders sets down his emergency satchel, going over to the infant and gently picking him up, sending the lightest tendrils of creation magic inward. There's nothing wrong except a little inflammation, which tells Anders everything. Anders gives Zevran a small smile and keeps his voice low and calm, much as he would with any worried caretaker of an infant.]
It's hiccups, Zevran. He's just got a little air... I can ease it.