Ellie shrugs; she can't exactly blame people for their fears. It's why she keeps secrets, holds them tight and close. There's things people will never understand and will never trust, and they're probably right not to, in a word with as much bullshit as hers. Or Thedas, in a different way.

She's seen some of these demons. They're not pretty.

Her fingers still pause at his promise, one of those moments where her throat goes tight. She likes him -- kinda hard not to, despite herself -- but she's not prepared that statement. It tugs at her, because he's speaking to parts of her that he has no way of knowing about, and that's precisely the problem.

"Never pegged you for a sap," she answers, looking up at his eyes, her expression wry, half a smile.