[Having torn back her own flesh, her taste for it is less than it might have been, aware of all the places she left some strip of herself behind years ago.]

You have a fondness for tales such as this? Are there others like it in Orlais? I hadn't the time to go collecting them when I was there.

[Too much to do with Celene, too much to do elsewhere, too much that seemed bloodless or alternatively bloodthirsty in entirely the wrong way--

Halamshiral, after all, she'd been there for that.]