Chantry sisters are all well and good, and have their right place in the world, but while Benevenuta's faith in the Maker is resolute, her interest in listening to his representatives on this earth chatter to her is - limited. She has disentangled herself on more than one occasion, politely regretful as she pleads responsibilities taking her away; it isn't as if she doesn't have work she might be doing.

The mention of a man from the Tevinter Chantry quirks an eyebrow - how strange to find one so far from home. Stranger still than herself, or Dorian, she thinks. She hasn't met him, herself; that will be interesting.

"Mages of the southern circles are not accustomed to traveling so far," she says, wry. "Nor am I, I suppose, but I was not sequestered in mine." She speaks with remarkable ease on the circles for someone who wouldn't support their return; her experiences in Nevarra were singular, in comparison to those down here, and even in Nevarra itself she was marked by privilege that not all northern mages enjoy.

She isn't unaware.