There are tears in Pel's eyes, though she blinks them away rapidly so they won't distort this sight longer than they must. She has traveled the world from ruin to ruin, discovering ancient wonders, and she has never, ever seen anything so beautiful in her life. For a moment, she forgets where she is. For a moment, she is transported to some other world, some pocket of old Arlathan, where the flowers glowed and all magic was turned to the purpose of beauty and creation. She never knew Sina had so much power, such power to rival the most ancient lords of Tevinter. Pel feels it as she lets it run through her, as she amplifies it and becomes one with this miracle. Every moment she believes Sina must be done, Sina must have run out, it becomes more glorious, more astonishing.