"Home, definitely home," Cosima says, laughing. "I mean, I guess people could think I'm a bad influence because they think I'm secretly a demon or something, but they haven't said so to my face."

And it doesn't seem to bother her, especially. She feels safe enough here in Kirkwall, with the Inquisition at her back. (Maybe safer than she should, really, but the idea that anyone would think she was a demon after talking with her for five minutes strikes Cosima as unlikely.)