"I'm certain there are differences enough." Shaking her head a touch, but not at the sentiment. They were two separate people, with two very different places they came from. Inevitably, dozens of choices would be different, from the small and unknown or unknowing to perhaps the larger, more striking decisions that'd come down during her time in the Inquisition. "Even were we closer to the same person, where we might guess each other's decisions, that doesn't make us interchangeable."

As Leliana had not said in so many words in the doomed world she'd encountered her in, but it's poignant, as a reminder and indication.

"I have no idea," she says, shrugging her shoulders, "But I don't see why not. As for your question, what, when I woke up chained in Haven, or after that first rift closure in the temple?"

Heading along the path into the village, getting helpful bobs from giant... walking... sunflowers... along the way.