The pronunciations were different, but it was close enough to her truth to confirm they spoke of the same thing.

"I am," she replied with a nod, "or... was. I cannot truly perform any duty that would give credence to the title here in Thedas. Here I am simply another blade. Although I retain some fragments of power: sometimes I still hear the cries of the souls of those in mortal terror--if they are close. But I cannot gather them within me after they fall. Even if I could, there is no great hall to take them to." She lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug. There was a sadness in her eyes, but not an overwhelming one. It had been months since she'd been pulled through the rift that brought her to Thedas--the grief of losing her purpose, and those she'd served it for, had dulled.

"Do you wish to know of Divine magic, or of the sorcery that mortals practiced on Midgard?"