Cecily feels the same way about some of her own people. If anyone could coerce Hope to action, to do something for them rather than just pretending at it, it would be Leliana. The Spymaster of the Inquisition always seemed to know where everyone's weaknesses were tucked away, even if those people were gods, or claimed to be, anyway.

"It won't be long," she says, wryly. Not when Hope and Fear love attention in the way that they seem to, whether it be positive or negative. 'Don't understand humans' my ass.

"You're welcome. I hope you'll be able to make some sense of all this, and... good luck."

With a nod of her own and a polite smile, the Inquisitor departs.