By we're, she wonders if he just means the Inquisition, or if he's planning to be a part of this. She could use all the help she can get.

His question has her expertly searching through her paperwork to hold out a piece of parchment to him. There is a slight hint of embarrassment on her face as she averts her gaze.

"I am no artist," she explains, "But like this." On the paper is a drawing; a true masterpiece, really, showing what she's observed so far. "Ah, this one?" she says, pointing to the huge one at the bottom. "There is a smaller version of this transformation, but I did not have time to draw it. Those also shoot red lyrium from their hands."

Please refrain from mentioning her art skills.