You're a mage, then. [ She'd assumed, with the staff and all, but. You know what they say about assuming.

The deep drink is telling, again, but she doesn't comment. Yet. ]

You're practically a Marcher, then. [ Cecily states, chuckling. ] My family - I grew up in Ostwick. [ She tells him. ] You may have been close.

[ Did he exist in her world, free of the anchor and without the Inquisition? If not, did his clan, his family, live on without him? ]

I'm glad we were able to travel so much; I wouldn't have learned much of anything about the Dalish, otherwise.