What a jolt, twice: to hear her words echoed back to her and realise how long ago they were, and again, to think of how long it's been since she had two eyes. A thing she'd never even thought about having or not having, really, until—

well, then.

“Well,”

philosophically,

“you're probably the best neurosurgeon in Thedas,” is only funny because it's true, probably. “And,” more sincerely, “I've found it becomes more natural, in time.”

Not the same as it was; not as easy, not something she doesn't have to think about and allow for more than she ever did before. That doesn't — won't, she's sure — go away. But ... the face in the mirror doesn't startle her any more.

That had taken time, too. She imagines it like that, a bit.