"There's no life for someone like me here," Hermione insists, her voice still shakier than she would like. She feels the same sort of creeping panic she might feel upon hearing that an exam will be covering the one portion of her notes that she hadn't studied, and that's never a good thing. So she tries to take a deep breath, and then another, shaking her head as she does so.

When she thinks she can speak normally again, she lowly adds, "Most of Thedas isn't kind to anyone connected to magic or anyone who isn't human. Combine that with the fact that there are still some who consider me a demon, especially when they see I can do things that most mages can't, and you can't possibly believe that I'd survive very long. I won't, not without the Inquisition's backing, and I don't think you'd want your mission to go from defeating Corypheus to babysitting a group of people with glowing bits in their hands."