"I find myself, for the first time, in a similar position." The valkyrie's lips twitched with... some emotion. Wry humor? Chagrin? Even she was unsure exactly what the feeling was. "That of not knowing, I mean. I have heard many stories of the Maker, of his bride. I hear the elves, those with markings, have their own pantheon." She looked over Hermione's shoulder through the window to the overcast sky beyond. "It is easy to know the truth of divinity when you are summoned to kneel at the All-Father's feet--when you witness his power, feel within you the strength he granted. Not so now. None have called for me here, and I would not know where to go to find them--or who I would find--even if I had the power to.

"It is... lonely, being mortal."

She paused for a moment, then shook her head and looked back at Hermione. "I fear that particular line of thought tells you little you wished to know. If you like, I could demonstrate to you what the crystal I spoke of means, and the differences I have perceived between my use of magic in Thedas and my use in my world."