"I wouldn't say blind," he said, rubbing a hand over his beard as he thought about it for a moment. "You get a feel for your magic the more you use it. You might discover with time you're good at heat but can't actually make a flame. Maybe you're better suited for lightning or entropy or spirit."
They were schools of magic Hawke only knew the basics of. He couldn't much give her instruction on those if she ends up not that talented in fire. He probably should've read more into other schools.
"Sometimes that happens. A family with no magical history suddenly has a mage child. No one's quite sure why it happens. There are hedge witches who have a little trickle of power and aren't even aware they're magical." Perhaps if she had Templars she would've learned sooner. Then again, he'd love her world without Templars and magic accepted.