[ Fire is so interesting, isn't it? The way it dances and warms and burns. It's like...a living thing. ]

Deceased. Coming up on...eighteen years, now?

[ She scoots down to lay more or less horizontal, propped up by her cushion and staring hazily up at the ceiling. It's all very casual, matter-of-fact. ]

I'm the last of my clan. Other Dalish treat me like a child because I didn't get my rites, and city elves hate me, so actually... both deceased and estranged.

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