Witches
She woke up in a hut and saw the witch again. Her mind raced and filled with fear. For all her bravado earlier with the treaties, she had been completely shaken by her first encounter with a mage. And an apostate, of all things. And wearing that. How did she manage to keep covered? Perhaps she didn't. Elaine nearly snorted at the thought.
When Morrigan's mother offered her daughter's help, Elaine nearly panicked. No, no, no, she can't come. Mages are evil, aren't they? The Chantry says so. But this woman helped her, saved her life. How to refuse diplomatically? She glanced at Alistair who looked completely worn and nearly broken. She looked down at her own filthy, broken fingernails and thought she probably looked quite a fright herself. She felt Dinadan's warmth as he pressed against her leg, and she realized they needed all the help they could get.
"She won't come to any harm with us."
She nearly snorted again – she didn't even believe it herself.