Six listens with the intensity of someone keen to learn, even if she might not understand it all. She is not quite as intelligent as her sister had been but she is trying; she is doing the best she can to learn, to understand, to empathise.

"It is the same for my world. Sarenrae is one of many Gods, all of whom have worshippers, who have people devoted to them. Each race might have their own Gods, their own pantheon, their own gifts, and I cannot say that I know them all. I know what I was able to learn and study - but it is not enough. I do not think it ever would be."

Doing her best to copy Lakshmi and eat in the same way, Six watches, her eyes flicking here and there before she breathes out and settles. She still feels awkward and a little too large, gangly with the weight of her arms as she tries to eat.

Shaking her head, she smiles.

"I know dwarves and elves, but the Qunari are knew. There was a race like them in the world I am from, called Tieflings, and also those born of Dragons. Some things are a mirror, others are like a story a mother might tell their child."