"It would be," Leliana agrees. Difficult, exhausting. There were those who attempted and those who succeeded, at times. She appreciates the measure of openness, for all that she takes it with a grain of salt, because there is are few misdirections so effective as a confession of guilt. Even so, there was a strange extent to which being a master of spies relied upon trust. Lives were set in each others hands. (One day, when Thedas has criminal databases and background checks and fingerprints and other such things, she will have to take less on trust when it comes to personal histories.

Anyway.)

"If," Leliana continues, very deliberately (if almost hangs by itself for a second, a solitary syllable sent out to survery the terrain by itself or something else similarly dramatic and spy appropriate), "your desire to help is wound into a desire to become one of my agents, then you would be under my protection. Asking would not be necessary. However, I would need you to tell me more. Be open with me."