"Do you have to be bleeding when you use the spell?" she asked. She knew sometimes blood was required for spells - a great deal of it, too, in Thedas - and knew most rituals required for the blood to be fresh, the wounds open, the power in it still active. She felt briefly guilty that he was doing all of this for her when it would be easier if he hadn't--

"I can help," she whispered, reaching for him with one hand. The other took the mug he offered and Neria began to settle beside him. At his question, she looked to the middle of the room silently.

She did not speak for a moment. Then, "I was looking and listening to Arnes. That's all. I wanted to...see it, to know what it all looks like. To know the streets. I was only curious." And wanting to know the layout, to know where she could run if she needed to. To find the darker places of the city, that she might slip back through the fissure if all went poorly tomorrow.