He sees it in her eyes, that resolve as it settles into place. She's got a will of steel, and Rifter or not, the Inquisition is sorely in need of people like that.

"Worse places to start."

That scarred face twists with a small smirk as he steps back, lets her have her space again to compose herself. "Me? I'm good at hitting things. Turns out there's a lot of people needing to get hit. We all do what we can."

And, because it seems like she could use a silver lining...

"He's alright, you know. That elf kid. All grown up, and doing just fine."