She knows enough to know better than to tell him too much, right now; we're free...now, Anders had said. Free, and necessary. Useful. The Inquisition is accustomed to - mages, she makes herself think, not witches. She is a mage now, one of many. As appealing as she finds much of it -

Perhaps she won't be the one to tell Diwaniya what she understands of the system here, and how it does and does not work.

"Rather, there is much work to be done, and mages - we will be called mages, here, whatever we call ourselves - are needful, in that work, and if we can be useful, also, we will need to learn more of this place, and what...they do much research. And they have libraries." The more he relaxes, the more she does, in turn; by the time she's got to libraries, she doesn't even have to think about keeping her shoulders still, turning winsome enthusiasm on him-- "The only books of magic I have ever seen, I have written. I could never have imagined a whole library."