Did she know? Was that a veiled reference to his own status in the past? It might be, but if she's had little dealing with the Grey Wardens she may not know how rare mage Wardens were, and how much more rare a Spirit Healer who'd slipped away from the Wardens was.

Then she continued, and he felt a little relief. She didn't know. It was just the tart she was thankful for, nothing else. And then they felt the spirit, Hope. Before he could even smile, she's reacting in fear and he caught on to what was going on.

"I'm an apostate." His voice was low, eyes intent on hers. "When you saw me, I was hiding what I was. Trying for freedom." The words weren't directly about her status, and anyone who overheard might likely think he was just speaking about himself.

"Would you like to walk with me?" There was fear in being a mage. He understood that well, and he couldn't blame any mage who simply wanted to hide and run. They deserved freedom, and some weren't strong enough to fight for it. That didn't make them any less deserving. "There's no pressure if you don't. You don't owe me for helping you out when you were hungry."