"In the long hours of the night when hope has abandoned me, I will see the stars and know Your Light remains." He tilts his face toward the ceiling, a moment like silent prayer, before continuing. "Whether it's the Maker's test or not, if we're worthy enough to defeat this enemy, then we will. I can't say I'm a fan of failing tests, though."

Though it makes him curious. Hesitant, trying to decide if to ask or how to ask, but curious. He'd never had a chance to meet the Herald, far and away on his own tasks. "Do you believe she was really the Herald of Andraste? It isn't by shard of Fade alone, else we're surrounded by various heralds."