Cassandra nods soberly, head bowed. She wonders if he is right. Has he truly been abandoned? Did his own gods ever really exist? Perhaps...perhaps they do, and this is their will, as well as that of the Maker. She shares none of these thoughts aloud, unsure of how he might take them - unsure even of her own beliefs.

"I do not claim to know for certain," she admits. The Herald - the Herald had been touched by Andraste, or so some had said. Martel could make no such claim. "But I would like to believe it." To hope that the Maker still watches over them, that he may care for them so...it is a powerful thought.

"But however you came here, your loyalty is admirable, and the Inquisition welcomes your assistance."