She'll feel too queasy to sit and witness the skinning, but at least she won't feel awful about it. It is better to use the poor thing to a productive end than to just let it rot, after all. Seeing as how she isn't a vegetarian and has worn leather on more than one occasion, it would be hypocritical of her to say otherwise, especially given the lack of convenient processed food and synthetic material here in Thedas.

"The stick in my hand," she remarks, voice a bit dry. She hates when people call it a stick, but it's the easiest way to describe it to someone who otherwise has no way of knowing what it is. "From what I can tell, it seems like my wand works sort of like a miniature version of a staff. They're both points of magical foci that help witches-... that is, mages to direct their magic, right?"