Her chin tips aside in a sketch of agreement: She’s not immune. Had Galatea's work made any less of an impression, her features likely wouldn’t have, certainly not beneath Dalish ink. The marks were clever, however they might limit her options down the line.

But planning for the future requires its consideration. Wren's fingers tent, eyes linger —

"I would invite Galatea Lourdes within," An old face, for an old name. "But perhaps I mistake her for another?"