They were gods to the elves. [It's not so easily cast aside, this arguing of a point because it matters and she doesn't know if he listened to the arguments set forth before her that day she asked about it. What certain individuals in particular said about it all.] If you make a god in the minds of many, does it matter? They believe it. They build it. Would you so easily rip it from them?

[Would even he manage it, he remote and kingly in the face of a people who never again shall we submit. Zathrian's clan didn't even want a city-born First when he chose her, and that was one clan.]

My mother met Maric who went on to reclaim Ferelden. She met the Hero before he was that and Alistair. She rescued the Champion. [She perhaps (most likely) was the one to influence Calenhad. And she has read Avvar tales to Kieran, she has heard some whispers surrounding Tyrdda that now cause discomfort.] Again she plays the same role; here I am to offer aid and wisdom. 'Twas said that Mythal righted wrongs whilst exercising motherly kindness.

[Her mouth twists. Half the tea is forced back in one swallow.]

The rest are...a darker, more vengeful picture. What do you think the Dalish will wish to know? They pray to her still. There were those not so long departed from us with her Vallaslin upon them that you and I both knew and spoke with. What will you do with the truth?

[After all, she imagines that their idea of it is a rather different beast.]