...you know, actually, for all that Ness hates getting upbraided by authority figures and people she wants to like her and especially combinations of those two—for as much as she hates that, it's actually wildly preferable to what's happening now. Please be mad at her, that would be so much better than being caught streaming wow she's so hot are half-elves supposed to be that bendy how did she learn to do all that with knives she's so hot directly into the mind of the object of her slavering.

Fuck. Shit. Fuckshit.

"I've been busy trying to get used to Thedas," would be an admirable cover of her abject embarrassment if it wasn't said with cheeks as bright as the sun, but hopefully Gwenaëlle is at least kind enough not to call her out on it any further. "I thought that was the first thing to deal with, and then I could move on to my other peculiarities."

And also, you know, maybe a bitch isn't ready to be magic yet. Maybe a bitch wants to be a librarian and not deal with all the problems this will cause her for the rest of her life. A bitch can't get what she wants, it seems.

"Doctor Strange has offered to practice with me," so Gwenaëlle's help will not be needed, but it is welcome, if she really wants to, "and he seems the best choice. All the native mages, I'm too worried. I don't think they'd turn me over to the Chantry, I think they at least understand that rifter magic is different, but I don't want to tempt that.

Who's Redvers?"