There's a small flicker of surprise in her face when he says you're very powerful, because - Well, because she'd never thought of herself that way. No one's ever called her that. Especially since -

"You're very powerful, messere," she protests. The sort of magic he can do - as a Rifter - it's something she's never seen before. She, meanwhile, can do two things, maybe three at most.

But there's no time to dwell on it. Respites on the battlefield are brief, and already there are signs of the Tevinter soldiers massing to attack their flank again. Tertia's grip on her staff tightens. "I think they're coming," she says.