"Good. I mean, not cured good, but under-control good." For what it's worth, Cosima looks well enough upon inspection. (She's privately glad Sarah arrived too late for the blood plague, though she'll probably hear about it soon enough if she hasn't already.) "I go in and get a magic fucking spell cast on me every couple of weeks, which shouldn't work but does somehow. Which is one of the reasons I've pitched in, they were healing me before I even agreed to help them."

She's not so naive as to think the Inquisition is helping rifters out of altruism, although several of the inividual healers might; still, it's more than anyone else in Thedas is offering.

"Are you okay? It's a lot, I know, it's so much."