[He makes room for her at the ramparts and takes up his tea again; it's not an especially cold morning by southern standards, but the wind is a bit brisk.] That sounds like a fair exchange, [he replies, though his brows come together some in mild confusion over just how light reading could help her learn the language and letters so deftly, so quickly. Magic, and how it is affected by the rifts and the rifters themselves, is not something he expects he will ever fully understand.

He sips from the tea and considers his words, settling at last on,] I take it you are still quite new to Thedas.