its where my demons hide

Asha was trying to wrap her head around everything that Solas was saying. Part of her felt like it would be foolish to trust him, but another part of her felt like his words made sense. If the shard was corrupted, was it why she felt angry all the time? Would a spirit help her more now than the shard was helping her? What if he was only saying that to get the shard? Did he really care whether she lived or died? She considered her words carefully as her mount, her bear, walked around from the back of the house and sat down at her feet, eyeing Solas with a combination of curiosity and warning.

If you can swap with me for a spirit of peace, I think we can come to an agreement, but first I want you to swear on the life of Mythal that you are telling me the truth. She figured if he wanted the shard of Mythal, then Mythal must be important to him, so maybe swearing on her would ensure that he was telling the truth. It was silly really, but deep down, she was really like a seven-year-old in the body of a seventeen-year-old, so in her mind, swearing on something important just made sense.