That's what she thought. Which is to say that she raises her eyebrows right back at her. I didn't think so.

( But it doesn't bare thinking about the real answer which is - you never know. Too many betrayals for that bit of naivety ).

Even so, the answer makes her pause. Her brow still lifts, her head turning to look at Teren directly as she takes a seat across from her. "Poisoned is the word for it, I suppose. Is that really what you think of what I am?" Is this another... Thedas thing about magic.