It has been a long time since her faith brought her peace. Not since Lothering, she suspects, and even then there are times when she wonders if she truly found peace, or if she was just bored. The bright girl of optimism and innocence was, she has realised, a delusion. In the darkest hours when she doubts the Maker and herself, Leliana cannot help but consider if her own faith and belief is something she has fabricated to soothe herself.

None of those are things to be voiced aloud. "Thank you."
That, at least, is simple - genuine - though the moment is interrupted by a scout jogging up the stairs, pausing and moving to the side when they spot Ellana. They have a report they have immediately started writing, but her gaze flickers to them.

"Is there anything else you wished to speak on?" She can speak more, at least for a little longer, though her work looms ever present.