There's no sense in pussyfooting around it or lying to her - and Martel is not inclined to handle her or the matter with kid gloves. He isn't any gentler when he says, "Yes," more of his attention on the directions that she gives him than how she might react to the notion of being trapped in this strange place for the rest of her natural life.

(He isn't quite so concerned as the rest, and he has a tendency to be callous about it. It rarely matters, given how little time he spends with those who came through the way he did.)

"For a lack of a better alternative, I strongly suggest you join us at the Inquisition camp." His tone is very slightly grudging, as if he'd personally not prefer that at all.