Without need? The look she affords Cassandra after that is incredulous, though she does not give it voice. It seems so preposterous, to think that Leliana had not done anything out of necessity alone, out of thoroughness and precision.

Need.

"Love remains the greatest of the Maker's gifts," she agrees, holding Cassandra's gaze steadily. "The matters of my heart are my own. I require no approval and I will ignore censure. Better that my focus remains on the task at hand, and you are spared any cause for alarm."