Something good? [ Cassandra's eyebrows raise when the request comes and it turns out that an answer that should be quick, takes far longer to think of anything than it should. Thedas is in ruin and the woman supposed to piece it back together instead tears the world asunder, leaves gaping wounds dashed across the lands, bleeding ichor in her path. Something good about Thedas. ]

[ Something good from her past, then, the sweet sticky taste of... ] There are pastries my brother used to share with me, when I was a child. Laden and thick with blueberries and wild fruit we had collected when allowed outside our gates. They were delicious. The recipe has seemed to haunt my footsteps since. [ A constant reminder of Anthony, both a blessing and a curse. ]