"No, no, no. He can't be. That- if he's right, he saw the seat of the Maker and all? Seat needs a butt. So. Maker: real. All of that: real. Really real, real as Cory-face. So he's just some stupid, lying darkshite. Has to be."

There's a sudden intensity to her voice, drinking paused. It's serious, all this. The terrifying idea that the Chantry isn't just all stories told by people.