"Air would be good right now." Just get her outside and away from all these walls and ceilings that are closing in on her. She almost feels ashamed for acting this way. Montsimmard hadn't punish mages nearly as severely as they had been here. The Templars there had preferred mind games, and the Senior Enchanters too. Orlais excels at destroying people through words, not actions. At least she was never beaten or anything like that.

Drawing in a steadying breath, she wraps an arm around Sam's. "You will walk with me, will you not?"