The idea of being proud or boastful of her magic seems detrimental to her health, honestly. Standing atop Skyhold's ramparts and screaming for the Templars to pay attention to her could have a very similar effect.

"The--" Alfsigr's eyes widen just a little, catching herself in some verbal stumble before it becomes something she doesn't want to divulge. "I don't always feel blessed by the Maker, I admit. But I do think there is a plan. I'm not certain where I fit in to it, but I'm sure I'll find my way someday."

Even if she believes it is the Creators that will guide her.

"I was safe in the Circle. People fear us, and inside of those walls I was safe. I miss that. If I could change something, I'd prefer to have more opportunities to travel to different parts of the world. At least to other Circles."