[ There's no flickering of disapproval at his admission, either. There are many things about rifters that baffle and irritate her (and only irritate her more for being baffling) but the instinct to try to get home may be the easiest thing about them to understand. Especially now that she's seen his home. She can imagine wanting to get back here. She can imagine how she'd be straining to find a way back to the unfinished business of Thedas if she believed for a moment that this was real.

The rest, that's easy, too. She almost smiles, some little noise of recognition at his answer. Yes, she knows. And when she half-rolls her eyes at the question turned back on her, it's clear from the amusement in the curl of her mouth that it's aimed at herself for teeing that up so neatly. ]

Like you said, [ she admits with a shrug, or whatever an attempt to shrug looks like encased in armor. ] I have some ability. How could I sit by? [ The question mark's right there but it hangs in the air like a half-finished thought all the same. She lets it, for a minute, looking out at the skyscrapers and down at her burrito. She shrugs again. ]

I should be dead [ she says, lightly. Equally dramatic. ] A half-dozen times I've escaped when I'd really no right to. How selfish would it be to think that was so I could go live an ordinary life just for myself?