[For perhaps the first time since they met, Morrigan quiets and listens. She can't help but be curious and latches onto every word. Knowledge is something she will always crave; it is power, and of course, to preserve something, one must have knowledge of it.

She does not miss the way the other rubs at a spot above his collarbone. A weak spot to prod at later, perhaps? She notes to ask about the unchaining comment later, but for now...]

Souls and spirits are different in Thedas. Some speak. Others do not, and some speak in languages that have been lost to the ages. [There is something... sad in her voice to that. Her world has lost far too much to the fear mankind holds for the unknown.]

Mayhap I am hasty in my judgment, but this is not the first time I have been in the domain of a spirit. The first- [She hesitates for the first time since she asked another to kill her mother. Wow. Congratulations.] ...Was not kind to those it had contained, and I would kill it again should it reform. I am not about to be a tool for another, and before you worry, I have no plans on attacking her. My decisions will be my own. So yes, I would very much like to see those reports.