"Animals like me," she said absently, pleased by his response. It seemed that Anders must have been very, very lonely. Which could be sad. And Ariadne hated to see anyone sad.

She continued to shower the cat with scritches and pets.

But she looked up thoughtfully at Anders. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm just wondering...if you did those things and people are judging you harshly for it, how it is that you're in the Inquisition?"