A pause. She sets the back of the pen absently on her lower lip and studies the center of the room thoughtfully. The spirits there are ebbing away, disintegrating like paint in a stream. Soon there will be nothing left of them. For a moment, anyway. All evidence of the last day or so suggests they might manifest elsewhere, or maybe they'll reform here in this very room to repeat themselves all over again. This, she thinks, is the closest thing to the idea of spirits from home that she's seen in Thedas. This is an auntie's ghost sitting in the same chair she'd sat in for twenty years, or a specter of some highway robbery victim replaying their death at a fateful crossroads again, and again, and--

Right. What does she propose for the Rifter problem?

At length, Wysteria says: "I don't really know. I expect when the new Divine is chosen, it might start to be more obvious. Regardless, it seems pretty clear the way forward for us is through the Church. Uh-- the Chantry, rather."