"You need to broaden your horizons, all of you. Go chasing them. That's what my people did and still do, and we had only one war. That was enough. It was so terrible we said no, we will never spill so much blood again, we will thrash out treaties with each other, and put on gowns, and have tariffs, and agreements, and negotiate until heads spin but we will never again let a war rip through our world. We all deserved so much better when even now there people still hurting in the country that began it because they cannot let go of their anger and bitterness." There's a lesson in there that she doubts Thedas will ever learn when it seems so content in a way to keep fighting, to keep drowning everything in blood again and again and again, as if somehow it will make it right. But there is the Inquisition.

There is much resting on it, if it can manage it.

Tutting in the back of her throat, she slides Lux off her lap so she can rise to her feet in one fluid motion. He protests but she shushes him, attention on Inessa. "It's all in the hips," she explains with a helpful demonstration. "You roll them and use that to carry you forward instead of trying to stride of stagger or whatever else."