[That brief pause has her wondering if she overstepped herself, but she relaxes a little as he begins to speak. Lifting her teacup, she takes a moment to sip. That centers her a bit more.]

It's difficult for me to say whether or not all that we witnessed was accurate to that horrific chain of events. I was a child, and I didn't see the spark that set the tower ablaze, or what the Hero of Ferelden did to put it out. I...do remember having a lesson in the library, hearing chaos from the stairs leading up to the second floor. Everything happened very fast after that, but not so quickly that I saw nothing. Those abominations you saw, the blood mages seeking other mages to torment or turn...I remember enough to know that was true.

[Her voice remains calm, that shattered composure long-since repaired, though her eyes darken a touch.] It's not anything I would ever have wanted to purposely inflict on anyone, though I suspect the spirits were drawn to me for my memories. For that, I am sorry. You have enough to balance, without being shown what happened in such explicit detail.

[It was as much his home as hers, and who wants to remember their home like that?]