"Yes," She replied simply, matter-of-factly. "Though from what I understand of the Chantry... the word god likely means different things, between us. But they are gods, and they protect us, and nurture us, and teach us. And sometimes those teachings come in song." It was hard not to sound proud, because she was, despite everything. Despite what she was, and what she was doing, she yearned for home.

"The song you heard is one of the rarest I know," She offered. "For only Hope sings it, that I know of."