[ The musket ball she'd been holding vanishes the same as the rest, much to her astonishment. It had felt entirely real, weight and all, and then nothing. ]

Constructs. Can you only create simple ones?

[ Of course. He just said he had no control, didn't he? Well, since what Hawke was investigating has vanished into thin air, she rises back up to her feet, hands coming up to rest on her hips once she does. ]

And there's no need to be so upset. That was only a prison spell. Not even a full one, at that.