She shakes her head again. "No, I was born in Ferelden. The Denerim alienage, actually. Ah, but the stories... You could almost see the glittering gold of the statues, and the great spires, the pure majesty that is Orlais." For a moment, her eyes flutter shut, as if picturing it once again.
But then they open again and she fixes him with a bright, if wary, curiosity. "You're... what they call a rifter. Might I...? Please?" She gestures toward his hand. "I'm a healer, I won't hurt you."
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She shakes her head again.
"No, I was born in Ferelden. The Denerim alienage, actually. Ah, but the stories... You could almost see the glittering gold of the statues, and the great spires, the pure majesty that is Orlais." For a moment, her eyes flutter shut, as if picturing it once again.
But then they open again and she fixes him with a bright, if wary, curiosity.
"You're... what they call a rifter. Might I...? Please?" She gestures toward his hand. "I'm a healer, I won't hurt you."