[ For a long moment or two there's no response- but she is there. Breathing quietly, the dull scrape of her pen against paper stilled. Magic of other worlds does not automatically correlate to the magic of Thedas, she knows this. Hermione's struggles have been more than proof enough. But they can be blended to some degree.

Hermione and Martel are, again, proof of such things. Ruby's ease in changing- or was it difficult? It seemed simple enough.

She'd never thought to ask. ]

Magic here is...a matter of will and intent. Skill, of course, but so long as you know what it is you must do, so long as you provide a framework in which to see the thing done- a glyph, a spell, a familiar gesture- your will and intent taps into the Fade to shape the world around you. To make what you will to be so, so. It is not so simple as imagining something and wishing it to be but- Intent matters. In this way I suppose I do lack some of the requisite belief.

[ But...she has walked through the fade. Killed a demon the size of a fortress. She has survived that, survived the Spire, built something worthwhile.

This, too, she can do. ]

Thank you, Miel Loup. I may have needed to hear that.