Thank you. [ Morrigan is practical and not overbearing and the Inquisitor is grateful. She's considering expressing that sentiment in some way as they begin to move, but another demon stops them short before long.

She can't help but admit a loud sigh in response. ]

Andraste's tits. [ Cecily grumbles, unslinging her bow from her back again to raise to the demon. ] Nobody's lonely here, all right? You've got the wrong crowd for that speech.

[ The demon merely smiles, still, seemingly unafraid of the two women. ]

But the circumstances are dire, are they not? Neither of you wish to stay in this place... let me help you. You know that I can find a way to grant that desire, to help you both to escape...

[ Despite herself, she thinks of Cullen (gone) and Dorian and Rainier, of being alone in a place where no one recognizes her. Her heart speeds up, but she raises the bow and sets an arrow, eyes sharp. ]

You'll really have to try harder to convince us.