After some time had passed, Beleth stands back up and heads to Anders, rubbing her temple. "I can safely say that was the strangest conversation I've ever had in my life," She offers to Anders, though she seems quite pleased with herself. "It's a little odd, talking to someone--something?--with so little...sense of self?" She sat at the edge of the bed nearest to Anders, fingers still pressed to her forehead. "I guess it makes sense. Hope is a concept. It's not...a person."

She finally pulls her hand down, to fidget with her other hand. "I don't know if that's right. I guess that's just the impression of someone who doesn't really know much about them. For what it's worth...Hope seemed as confused by our newfound abilities as we are. I don't know if that just means that one spirit isn't involved, or no spirits are involved."

She paused, tilting her head, and frowned. "So, basically...I succeeded, but I didn't really learn much. Go team."