“Poor judgment to make a declaration of this sort, indicating that it demand secrecy in front of so many,” Herian replies to Kitty, voice soft, “dishonour in serving the Inquistion when her secrecy might have undermined our efforts in this war and to protect Thedas. One could even suppose that by bringing so many here there was the intention to make this a spectacle, and then for what purpose?”

Herian has watched Lakshmi throughout her words, and her jaw sets now. It does not feel so different from when she begged Coupe to render her tranquil, even with how stark and massive the difference certainly is, and it weighs uncomfortably.

“Would you make yourself a martyr and portray the Inquistion as tyrants?”

And then there was the inevitable comparisons to Andraste burning at the pyre, but she’s not sure she wants to even try to get her head around that right now.