Tal chuckled at Valehna's suggestion, moving to stand up and look over the statues too. "Maybe. Maybe there was no desire demon at all." He ran his finger over the rough surface, studying one of the figures that had been broken open. It was clever, hiding keys inside them. No one would really guess and even if they did, most people would be unable to break into them.<br/><br/>Ester felt a sense of relief when Mesaraih seemed to take her confession well, as if she'd told him something small and insignificant. He seemed open to blood magic too, which surprised her. She didn't really approve of it because of what happened in Denerim, but she knew she had to use it again if she was going to heal his wound before it became infected.<br/><br/>When he reached for her hand, she flinched for a moment before handing it to him. The cut had run deep - the price she had to pay to cast such dark magic and remove his injury, the bandage would soak up most of the blood, she hoped.<br/><br/>"There's a reason it's spoken of badly." She mumbled, watching him as he dealt with her hand. "The spell went wrong and... I think I endangered more people then I saved. If I saved any at all."<br/><br/>It almost felt good to get the confession off her chest. But the reminder made her want to cry, not that she would in front of company. "So, now you know my deep dark secret." She added. The elf wasn't sure whether she'd made the right decision in telling him, could she trust the shem? She'd find out at some point, no doubt.