Because of that no shortage, because of not wanting to put people out more than they are already, because of not wanting to cause deep, deep religious disappointment. And, because, as Envy has so chillingly reminded her, she does not want to get used to this. She could ask for anything, and all she has is herself to hold her back.

Not for the first time, Ginevra finds herself grateful for the self-discipline Ostwick Circle instilled in her. She has to choose her whims.

But Blackwall, Blackwall she trusts.

"Thank you. I'd, uh. I'd like that."

She doesn't mean to stumble over her words. She's put in years to building her confidence, her self-possession. But he does set off butterflies in her belly, sometimes. Particularly when he looks at her like that.

And... And she knows she is hiding. Hiding from what happened, what was shown to her, from her reactions. She doesn't much like hiding, either. So she strokes the horse's neck again and then pushes herself off the fence to look at Blackwall directly.

"I know that the Wardens have mages," Ginevra begins. "And deal with demons sometimes, not just darkspawn. Did anyone tell- No, let me start again. Did talking about what happened help any of your colleagues?"