"I guess I've done something like this." 17 years pretending to be a boy so hard that she fooled herself. At least this time she'll be herself on the inside. Even if it was quietly killing her.

"Cross-dressing doesn't sit well with me. But there's not a lot of women in the Inquisition, and if I'm going to be barging in and making a fuss, I need the status that they have to pay attention to. And to pass as a man, I'll need more than just the voice. I'll need to dress the part, and hide...awkward things." She didn't have a lot of chest, but her girls were real and could get in the way of this if they weren't bound up. "Like my hair. I think a wig and a hair-net underneath might work better than dye."