Her lips purse in thought. She always assumed that being the First somewhere else would have nipped her wanderlust in the bud. She'd have a purpose, like Pel, and would feel wanted. But now that she thinks on it, he's right. She can't know if being in another clan would have come with its own issues to make her feel stuck. Her expression smooths out, and she looks over at him, a smile coming to her face at his grin.

"And what a great tragedy that would be, hmm? You were meant for the Chantry, but hated it?" She ducks her head a little, eyes darting around before she whispers, "But isn't it against the rules to not like some part of it? Are you secretly a very bad Andrastian?" She fake gasps in shock.