( adalia listens to araceli's explanation and feels no more enlightened for it — whatever point she's driving at, it has gone completely over adalia's head. )

I'm sorry, Araceli, I'm not sure I understand what this is supposed to mean to me other than that Tevinter is terrible and Thedosian people are skittish.

( a thought, then, and adalia's voice loses its inquisitive brightness, replaced instead with dull disinterest. )

Are you trying to tell me people will accuse the whole of the Inquisition of worshiping ancient dead gods just because I have a dragon child.