[ She lets out a tired laugh (already, tired), diverting her gaze for a second towards the library walls once again. Walking in the same space where once mages were confined to their quarters, constantly surveiled, harrowed, made Tranquil, had their voices silenced.

She's not sure how to feel comfortable with this knowledge, in this world. (Do not cower, but stay wary - that's a good advice.) ]

Of course it is. Why would the Chantry call it anything else except for benevolence? [ She purses her lips, then quietly, ] When they burned women on the stake for witchcraft in my world, the Church called it saving their souls.