"I know it's tougher for some people than others," Cosima says, muted. "My sister, Sarah -- she has a kid. And even if a different Sarah is there with her, this Sarah might have to deal with the idea of never seeing her again. That sucks, straight up. But people having lost things they care about isn't an excuse to act like Thedas isn't real life. Natives have lost things and people they care about too, and it doesn't take a long time to notice that."

She takes a small drink of wine. "Three years, though. I've been here a little over two, and it seems like I've already got more in common with some of the natives than with the new arrivals. I want to... I wish I could help them see it more clearly."

For their own sakes, yes; Cosima's naturally compassionate. But also she can see how little some of the most eager to agitate are putting the entire group of them in a precarious position. She remembers Herian coming to blows with a couple of men in a tavern, all because Cosima wasn't better at blending in, no matter how she feels about Thedas.