What work is she referring to--repairing the door, or inspiring stars in the eyes of a spurned Grey Warden recruit still desperate for heroism and adventure? It probably doesn't matter much, because Herian has accomplished both.

"That sounds--amazing!" The words burst out of Fern with all the fervour and sincerity of a young person suddenly swept away on a tide of their own romanticized imaginings of a thing; sure, the bit about the Chantry and the Divine and stuff is kind of boring and makes her think of stuffy, incense-infused evenings at vespers with her family and all her stupid brothers, but the rest? "I can fight with a sword too. A little," she amends, and 'fight' probably isn't the proper word. More like she shook a sword at a lone wolf once to scare it away from Farmer Heinrich's sheep.