Herian draws in a sharp breath. Aside from that, she is entirely still, controlled, watching Lakshmi with a vicious sort of intensity. Blood magic, some part of her offers. Unnatural, dangerous. Years of Circle education simmering under her skin, pushing at her mind. The instinct to contain and, if necessary, destroy is not easily shaken.
(And then there are the memories of Salzklippe, of the veiled figure that twisted and warped into that monstrosity.)
Her heart is beating too fast, and there is a steadying voice in her head: justice, truth and action, tempered by compassion. She holds up one hand at Teren's brief outburst, requesting silence from the others present.
"You bear a heavy burden, Lakshmi Bai." That much is plainly true. "But I hope that I speak for all present when I say that to bring such abilities to others of the Inquisition or Thedas would be a dangerous and corrupting thing. If such should fall to our enemies, even worse."
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(And then there are the memories of Salzklippe, of the veiled figure that twisted and warped into that monstrosity.)
Her heart is beating too fast, and there is a steadying voice in her head: justice, truth and action, tempered by compassion. She holds up one hand at Teren's brief outburst, requesting silence from the others present.
"You bear a heavy burden, Lakshmi Bai." That much is plainly true. "But I hope that I speak for all present when I say that to bring such abilities to others of the Inquisition or Thedas would be a dangerous and corrupting thing. If such should fall to our enemies, even worse."