The handshake is firm, and she grins through it, nodding along with his words. She seems to finally calm down enough to not appear like a dog about to jump someone, when he mentions how the Wardens had been scrutinized for the Conclave. Brows knit together into a frown as she lets go to cross her arms, frowning at the thought. "I can't believe it, honestly. Like we haven't proven ourselves enough times? Bust our asses for Thedas and then as soon as we get our own bullshit going down, people start accusing us of all kinds of ridiculous shit."

But she sighs and waves her hand, like she's shooing off the negative thought. "But that's what being a Warden is about, isn't it? You don't just sacrifice your life, sometimes."

She hums a little bit as she recalls when she first arrived. That whole time had been fuzzy, ever since she'd left Clarel. "...About half a year, I reckon. Just under a year ago, I was with Warden-Commander Clarel and her merry band of Fucking Crazy Wardens. When Clarel started talking blood magic, a bunch of us rabble rousers went and roused some rabbles, and we had t' get out while the getting was 'Not being murdered as fuel for blood magic'. Most of us who survived have wandered here. Safety in numbers, I suppose."

She tilts her head, glancing at Blackwall. "What about you? I heard you were in Ferelden before this, so--I guess you just didn't come when Clarel called for people? Smart move."