She admired his determination, despite their circumstances. She had a feeling that Seeker Reed, despite his rather glum expression, had some sort of faith in the situation. Otherwise, he would not be here, with the Inquisition.

After all, was that not why they had all gathered? The Seekers, the Wardens, the Templars and the Mages? They had lost hope - they had found it here. Perhaps now Hope could solidify them into something whole.

But Maker ... she never wanted it to be this. Never this.

Her gaze narrows thoughtfully, "Some demons - abominations, absolutely. Unless ... there are still Venatori here, holding the demons at bay." Another pause, "Or they simply could be spirits instead, caught on the wrong side of the Fade rift."