She is becoming less wary of Cole, although she cannot fully shake the feeling that she should be keeping more than one eye on him. Sometimes it's almost like he is nothing more than a young man, if one who has never eaten a full meal in recent memory, or seen the sun. Knowing who is at fault for that, too, twists at her. But she can do nothing to change the treatment the original Cole received at the hands of the Templars.

Perhaps the thing that makes Cassandra more endeared of Cole is that he doesn't treat her choice of reading material as the subject of a joke. And while she edits out the parts that young men shouldn't hear, or the parts Varric would chastise her for reading to Cole, it's a calming activity.

At least until the question. Cassandra pauses, lowering the book slightly to look at the young man. "I-- it would make things simpler, yes." And a lot less engaging to read.