Speaking up is easy to say when no one would dare cross you. It's easy to make your opinion known when others can tell you'll chew them up and spit them out. How exactly is Ellana meant to speak up when everything she thinks is the right thing to say is the wrong thing? How can she learn better when people like Morrigan say speak, people like Benevenuta say listen, people like Araceli say watch, and Ellana does all three to come to the wrong conclusion?

Throat still tight, she gets up to follow Morrigan to her study, her head a storm cloud of anger and frustration. She wishes she could be frustrated with her teachers. That would be far easier. Instead, she's frustrated in herself and her failings. At least she's that observant. The fault lies with her. She simply doesn't know how to fix herself.

By the time she seats herself in a chair across from Morrigan's desk, she's told herself that there's nothing she can do about it right now. They're in the middle of something else here. She clears her throat.

"I don't have one in particular. I'm dedicated to serving the Inquisition right now, and I've only been reading things in the library." She fiddles with the edge of her belt a moment. "I know most of what I read is biased. It's why I want to search things out for myself: so I can write an account that elves know hasn't been interpreted by a human with no respect for elves as people." Their culture, sure; just not the people themselves. "But... I don't really have an idea where to start yet. In researching things."