There's no doubt in her mind that Sarenrae is everything; the God had given her everything that she had ever needed to continue, feeling a flood of warmth to flow through her body, settling in her heart. They might be distant from one another, torn asunder by the magic of Thedas, but there's no denying the fact that Six will never abandon the faith that carries her so strongly and so surely.

It's not the same as the Gods in this world and she realises that. They're so distant, so far removed from the people who worship them, and she doesn't understand how they can be so devoted, so sure. It pains her to see people suffering with nothing and no one to turn to.

Pressing her hand to her heart, she breathes out.

"Would that... Be good for it? For Thedas?"