It's an old hurt from back during the Blight, when she and Alistair had enough on their plates without worrying about demons possessing children too. The worst part is, that wasn't the only child she had to kill due to demonic possession.

But she's turned over her choices in her head far too many times to sink down into it again now. She stays alert for vines, but still listens to Fortescue talk.

"Domesticated animals are always begging for something," she agrees. "I once had a war dog. And when he wanted belly rubs, you better have obliged or you were suddenly on the floor being licked half to death." Ah, mabari. The largest breed of dog and practically a comical sight to see beside a slight elf of only five feet.