"I don't know about that," she demurs. "We work hard to learn from the past and to not repeat it. There's a lot to be said for salvaging." Which isn't the same as some of what the Inquisition or even Thedas as a whole gets so very obsessed with. With the past and bloodlines and the very old, with digging it up and making it all as it was instead of taking the things that there are and were and can be found to then reshape into a better thing. A thing that lasts. A thing with a future.

Then again they haven't stopped warring since they started it so there's likely little hope of any of that ever coming true.

Nodding, she moves forward and starts cutting at the vines, listening for the cats or water or other people moving about before she clears her throat with a little smile Ellana might not see. There's a lot of hair in the way, the humidity is destroying her. "You know, I'm surprised I haven't seen a little out of place for these parts bird about. Too many cats?"