Beleth's already been living half in, half out of that world, spurred on by a constant anxiety. Maybe her best friend actually hated her and got tired of her complaining, maybe her brother was glad she was gone. Maybe, maybe, maybe. She didn't see herself removing the thoughts--at least Zevran was offering her tools to deal with it. Yes, she was sure this was the right choice. If she was like this anyway, she wanted to be good at it.

So she listened to his words, nodding along.

"That makes sense. You said that untrained humans would fall for it--what about dwarves, or qunari? Is there a difference in reaction between Orzammar dwarves, and surface dwarves, or qunari following the Qun or Tal-Vashoth? I've only met a few Tal-Vashoth, and a handful of surface dwarves." Particularly curious to her were the qunari of the Qun, for she had only heard a few things of their religion. Snippets and gossip, teasing the flat ears that fled the slavery of the humans for the slavery of the qunari. Certainly, she had never met any of them.