Thedas. Cho remembers her friend, Marjara, tiny and feisty and magical, pointed ears and mirthful smiles, only one arm but so feisty, so determined and energetic. Her world had been full of magic - Thedas. Cho remembers hearing her speak with such fond longing.

Warping. She doesn't know that. "I don't know what that means," she admits, voice barely above a whisper, but she's still smiling, remembering her friend, feeling love, and the certainty that even though she doesn't know exactly what Cole's words mean in context, they're something Good. Something positive.

A little pink sugar glider has come to investigate them. It jumps from the tree near them, and unable to make it all the way to Cole, lands in Cho's hair, decides this is an all right place to stay, looks over at her with huge luminous eyes.