"Trust." An echo, and she is displeased with how it lacks incredulity when she says it. "Trust is inherent," she agrees, quietly. Trust is what made it so terribly dangerous, regardless of what profession one fell into. It was what made it difficult, presumably, when secrets came to Leliana as easily as breathing and she struggled against them in others, determined to shine the light on them and expose whatever horrors people tried to keep concealed.

"I don't know." Accepting Luciano into her arms, Leliana adjusts her hold so she can cradle him idly swaying him as she eases up to stand and sit beside Zevran. "I suppose that is answer enough."

She does not know if she trusts Morrigan, exactly, or if she trusts her own trust, if that trust which does exist is somehow warped by being enamoured. The thing is that she wants to, and that is terrifying. "And you? Do you trust anyone in such a way?"