"Adequate." A breath of quiet incredulity. "I promised that I would keep the men and women I bought here safe." Something in that sounds more raw that she'd ever allow n the presence of a stranger, a creature too rarely afforded light and air, all the hungrier when it surfaces.

"How can I keep such a vow and leave them hence when Dalish roam the ranks? When-- when apostates wander so brazenly?" Herian knows not what answer she desires. "How can such a place be adequate, let alone safe?"