She stops at that question, and she thinks on it for a time. Eyes turn to her hands as she dwells on that question, thinking about when she first came to Skyhold. Her first instinct is to say no, she's not, she might be even worse. She's lost her path, she loses her sense of identity, allows the outside world to effect her more and more--

--But, she remembers her friends, she remembers the way that Zevran hugs her, that Alistair laughs with her, that Korrin encourages her. She remembers the things that she's seen, that she's learned. All the people that worried about her when she was hurt, all the people who danced with her, and the people who were even now taking care of her, concerned when she wasn't well.

"...I guess I am."