"Liliwen. A white lily. My father always spoke of her in the highest terms." Her mouth snags at the corner, and she looks to Adelaide with sharpened focus, with a storm of something she cannot express rages in her gaze, seas that churn and clouds that carry thunder. "She is - was - a remarkable woman who aligned with the demon of Kirkwall, if he is to be believed. Part of his network. Someone who died for his cause, he all but crowed."

Her fingers draw away from her abdomen, and there is a moment of a student wanting answers, a solution, before she forces it down.

"I have oft wondered what it would mean if all mages needed to partner with spirits, as you do. If we would all of us be beholden to some better moral compass, or if it would be our undoing."