"Don't think many elves are." That's all he can actually say since he's human, and a big loud human, and he learned a long time ago to keep his mouth shut unless asked by Melisende or Liadan if elf things come up. "We have so many songs, I mean we battle with verse. On the shoulders of our friends. That's an actual thing that happens fairly regularly to settle matters - our singers our important to the hold but there are songs for marriage. And well, someone might die on a hunt. Or they'll get sick. Take a wound on a raid. A clan lives as wild as us." So she knows how it goes, that people die all the time and that life goes on, that you mourn, but that no matter how terrible it might be? The world still moves on.

He learned that after Kirkwall and the grief that nearly crushed the natives in the crew.

"What, really?" Merrill the things he could teach you. He is a man of the world. Also a man of the world that really likes being told what to do but really a man of the world so whatever.