Nari's hand stilled where it had returned to continue the slow rub of Sina's back, her bleary gaze snapping to look at the prostrate Qunari.

"Wait. You're telling me that sound is... spirits?"

She'd heard things at the edges of her hearing. A quiet susurrus she'd ascribed to... she didn't know what. Something else. Wind. Walking. General bustle. People whispering, maybe, but spirits?

"Is... is the Veil weakening?"