"Mm." An amused sort of noise, like she had anticipated that answer. Older, more world-weary, and yet still so similar to the man she had known in the tower, hardly willing to brag about his accomplishments.

It was a question she had anticipated. Lioriley was an apostate - had been for so many years now, and for all Cullen must have known, she had been dead along with the rest of the mages. "About." She answered simply at first. "I left the tower just before they closed it off - escaped in the hopes of finding help and not caring if I suffered for it upon my return. But there was little I could do, and when I heard of what had happened... I just kept moving. Across Ferelden, across the sea to Antiva, Nevarra, Orlais - anywhere I could, searching for knowledge and aiding anyone I was able along the way." She turned back to face him, her smile soft but... tired. "Can I be truthful with you, Cullen?" She asked. "I had feared you long dead, but I thought of you every day. Hoped you were alive still, somehow."