This is a lot of information to take in all at once; the moon feels like the sticking point, here. The lunar cycle, the transformation taking place at a known time—the same time, each month. Horrible, to think of it happening that often, but at least you would know and you could prepare.

If Gela knew that about herself she could leave before it ever happened and nobody would have to be in danger.

Maybe Strange will help her pinpoint that moment, wherever in the future it is.

"Yes. There are stories about werewolves, but—" they're stories. She can't exactly say something like that... She frowns at the desk in front of her, the scattering of notes. "Fereldens think they're only wolves, possessed by rage demons."