"Why?" Fern repeats and looks startled by the question, like it hadn't occurred to her that anyone might hear of her goal and think of it as anything other than a logical and normal ambition for a person to have. She furrows her brows a little in thought, looking aside, then back to Sina again. One can almost see the stars coming into her eyes and smile. "Well--they saved the world from the Blight, didn't they? They saved Ferelden, and Denerim--my gran still lives there, she says she saw the whole thing."

(A bit of an exaggeration on the part of Granny Doirnáin, who'd been hunkered down in the back of her laundry during the whole wretched business.)

Gradually, though, Fern's smile fades with some worry. "What's troubled about them?" she asks.